Hello person who decided to come to my profile. I'm not really sure what to say... Well for starters, I like to post a lot of my favorite song lyrics. I don't do quote formats, and most of my quotes I make up myself. Some little things about me are I'm trying to become the person I want to be, just like everyone else on the planet. I've had to go through many hard things that made me grow up faster than most people, so I'm very mature for my age. My favorite color is black. I like all types of music, except songs that are meaningless. I prefer alternative rock though. I'm sarcastic and have a very unique sense of humor. You can't tell anything about my personality just by looking at me. My mood is different everyday, but some feelings don't go away like anxiety, gulit, loneliness, and depression. I'm up for talking to anyone about anything. I strive for understanding, instead of being understood. My little sister is my whole world. I am a cutter, but you would never be able to tell. If you have any questions I will gladly answer them. Some people say I'm beautiful, but really, I'm just another face in the crowd.
I just want to
get my life story out since no one has ever heard it.
Purely a vent.
By
the time I was five years old, I had thoughts of
"It would just be easier if I wasn't
here."
By six, the thoughts were still there, but they
had gotten meaner.
At seven, was my first threat of
suicide.
By the time I was nine, I was thinking
about it everyday.
By the age of ten, my first thought of
cutting.
By eleven, was when the body image
issues started.
By the age of twelve, I was restricting
my diet, and it was getting harder and harder to
resist the urges of not being here, and it was
getting harder to not listen to the nasty
comments by peers said to me.
By thirteen, I was back in
therapy and diagnosed with severe anxiety and
depression. It was the first year I tore
my skin open with a knife. By that time, I was
numb and all I could do was cry. I never
thought the pain of blood could be so sweet.
At the age of fourteen, I was a freshman in
highschool. I had lost all of my friends,
and was being bullied. People coming up to
me in the middle of the hallway with all of my old friends
surrounding them, and they would yell and call me mean
names, and no one would say
anything. I stopped trying in
school, and starting cutting
more. And I was eating less and
less. By the middle of the year, my parents
didn't know what to do with me and were largely considering
institutionalizing me.
After that, I'm not sure how I'm still
here.