I always tell my friends not to cut because it's not good..
I've been depressed for the past two
months for no reason.
I was always hurting on the inside.
I felt like my friends didn't care about me, even though I
care so much about them.
I've always had a problem with the way I looked.
I can never leave the house without straight hair, and
makeup.
I tried to just push the feelings of depression away.
Then I was at Costco with my mom.
We walked by a group of boys, and one of them looked at me.
He smiled, and I thought maybe he thought I was cute or
something.
No, I was wrong.
He looked at his friends and said "That chick is
UGLY."
My mom didn't hear.. She wasn't paying attention.
The guys all looked at me, and then laughed.
I felt hideous.
I didn't cry, but I was in a lot of pain on the inside.
When we got home, I went straight to my room and cried.
I cried for about an hour.
Then I thought about how my friends tell me when they cut, they
forget the pain on the inside.
I wanted to get rid of the pain on the inside.
So I took a pair of siccors, and slid it across my wrist.
I started to slide it back and forth.
It hurt a lot..
I watched the blood drip down my arm.
I forgot about the pain on the inside and focused on what I had
just done.
I ran downstairs to get papertowels to wipe the blood off my
arm.
Cutting helped, but for a very short time.
So I cut again.
And again, and again.
I'm scared of what's happening to me.
I don't go anywhere without wearing a hoodie now.
My friends don't even know about me being depressed.
I don't know what to do, or who to tell.
So I thought I'd tell Witty.
If you read all this, you're awesome..