Guys, get ready for a long ass post
In class, I saw a lot of people with their friends and having a lot of fun. What was I doing? I was sitting in the corner just watching, hoping that someone might sit next to me and talk to me.....I was wrong. When I got home, I suddenly started to cry. I laid on my bed and cried my eyes out. I then got up, grabbed a knife from the kitchen, and went to the bathroom and locked the door. I looked down at the knife and held it tightly. I was about to cut my skin...but I stopped. I don't know why I did. But I didn't do it. Now, I'm heading to the counselor's office to talk about what's been going on and I might end up going home or something else. I just...I don't know anymore.
I just wanted to get it out there. Sorry if I bugged anyone with my problems.