I havent updated in a century...cause I really didn't give a crap about it... But I feel that I have to write this so I can let it go...
My childhood was a mess... my parents came to this pitiful country with 15 bucks in their pocket and obviously it wasn't going to be easy with a year old baby (me) with them... so I don't have many luxuries like some of my friends... even if they think I do... It ain't easy in this tiny hole of a home I live in... I hate it... I just got the first room I can actually call my own... I also have a 2 year old sister who I do have to look after...
But lets go back a bit... I was born very long and naturally I grew up to be tall but when I was younger I was always the "Skyscraper" in the class and well as stupid and childish as it sounds, I WAS stupid and childish... So I started cutting really young... I can't remamber how old I was, though... I didn't know why I did it or how something that was supposed to be painful actually healed me...I did it though... and I was fine for a while cause I had my own medicine for those stupid things...Now that I think about it I started harming myself for no apperant reason... I always felt more mature then other people but I couldn't get myself to live through a few stupid comments... I guess I'm stupider then I thought... I was always alone though... I never had any REAL friends...
Anyway, one day I got home and I was really upset at this fucking basterd dude who whouldn't leave me alone and I went straight to the bathroom... But my usually small cut was deep... I can't believe how dumb I was... I was bleeding like hell and I had to go to the hospital... I would have died from that cut... It wasnt on my wrist, but it was deep... that is my only permanent scar from what I used to do...
I don't have much to be depressed about now... but I am... My mom is constantly making sure I'm not dong that again and I wasn't for a long time...
I don't know how it happened again but I started again... I can't go deep but I do and I wish I wasn't... it scares me to know that people are watching me and I dont' like it... I don't see the point of living anymore... there is not a lot I haven't done... I just hate all the preasure...
I know I'm not alone and there are people who feel like me ... but at times I feel like I'm the only one... Am I? |