This is going to seem like the basic depression story but i have to get it off the chest .
well , im not telling about my story , my past or my childhood , or what led up to it.
im always getting compliments, but they make me feel worse. Like if i have pretty potential i should strive to be more . Right now im sitting here with a razor blade in between my lips because im using my hands to write. I just cut myself for the first time in 3 weeks. I cut my belly , and thigh . i make little short cuts on my thigh so if anybody sees i can say it was a cat. on my belly i write initials of poeple who hurt me, and smiley faces .. the intials of the guy who raped me are on my arm . only a few poeple know i cut . also im lesbian , im kind of scenish . like the whole metal music flippy hair peircings etc. i use laxatives to be skinny, and i throw up . i weigh 95 pounds and im 5 ft tall .. thats too fat for me. even though i alwats get called a twig i feel too big . . im 13 years old. i hit myself with tings to bruise myself. i know this doesnt seem like much but if i gave background it would make yo uall sad , mad , and angry and disgusted.
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Just keep going, you can get through this. You are worth a lot, and I promise you it would hurt a lot of people if they all knew that you did this to yourself. You’re beautiful. Don’t ever think otherwise. I’m glad you’re still here. 🙂