Ok we'll.. I don't know how to start this but I'm just going to say it.
After my mom died, I've became depressed and lost in my own little world, and I started self harming. I know this one girl who came to my house one day (a friend) and we were talking about self harming, and how she does that. Now I told her "Yeah I was doing that when I was in the 7th grade, some time around there." So, I'm at school the day after we had that talk and I hear an one of my guidance counselor telling me to go see her, so I did. When I stepped into her office, and told me that "Oh I've heard that you were hurting your self? Is that true?" At that moment in life, I wanted to lie to her and tell her no, and I did, (FYI that was in 8th grade). So, my friend Regan self harmed a few weeks ago, and I was really concerned about her, and a long time before she started that I was doing self harm and dealing with stuff. To this very day January 6, 2015, I still self harm, not a lot of people know that I do... but when the wounds get better I'm thinking of telling my dad that I have depression sometimes and etc. I don't know what else to say but yeah...
When my grandma died (I forgot when sorry >.<) I felt like utter shit, excuse my language, and when my dad told me that I wanted to die, and he told me that one day after school when I was in the car with him. That day I self harmed, I regret starting harming myself and everything that I've done to myself, to this day I feel like shit. To Be Continued...
