Well, well, well, here I am once again.[img]smileys/smilies_01.gif[/img]
And in the the infamous words of many singers, I'm torn into pieces. [img]smileys/smilies_06.gif[/img]
Can't deny it, can't pretend.
Let's start with the basics.
I'm sick.
Again.
Bah Hum bug.
Alright, well its not a stomach sickness. But it affects it. I have a
cold, or what I think it one. My throat is killing me and my head is
throbing. My body feels torn. Bleh >.< Last night I seriously
thought I was either going mental or going to v*. Didn't, still at
points feel this way. Add to a crap load of homework and you've got
yourself a pleasent Victoria Day Weekend.
And well, mentally, I am not all that strong as well.
It pains me to confess this, but I have gotten into unkind behavious,
such as suicide thoughts and cutting. It started the begginning of the
week. Christine, Megan, and Jill were bullying me again (the ones who
put me through an ordeal before) and I felt litterally useless. I
stormed up to the bathroom and took a razor, and slashed myself 14
times.
I called Heather.
We were both crying, me hiding in my closest.
She made me tell my Mom.
I still can't stop. And I can't tell anyone either.
But the thing is...
I almost WANT to be put into a boarding mental hospital.
Because even now, that's the only place that I feel safe. Because now, I feel like my own worst enemy.
Please don't judge me from this..
This is not the me I know.
I don't think this is who I am.
...Then who am I?</font>
Edited by: sunshine16