I lie constantly to a lot of people. I don’t have any idea what’s wrong with me, but I will be perfectly fine until you leave me alone long enough. I will be ok and then suddenly I will just get insanely depressed. It’s like I’m not even me anymore. I cut myself and some days I don’t eat. I thought I was sad because of a breakup, but I cut that person out of my life as best I could and now I’m still the same. My family thinks I’m fine, and most of my friends think I’m fine. I have started lying to those who knew about my cutting problem and I told them it stopped. I told them I threw my razors away. I have too much pride to admit to anyone that I’m not the person they think I am….the thought of telling my family is like a horrible nightmare that I don’t want to think about. Maybe I’m sick. Maybe I’m not. I don’t know. Part of me wants this to stop, and part of me just doesn’t care.
