Grapefruitt
April 20th, 2011, 08:02 AM
Hey guys.
I just wanted to tell my story.
I promised my mum, to stop. I was feeling better. New school, new place. Far from home. New friends. A fresh start.
I stopped slowly... And i was 'clean' for ½ year.
Then everything totally messed up in december.
I began to feel depressed again, i was so scared. I spend 1½ year on my depression, cutting, and tears. I didn't want to go back.
But it began to be darker outside, and so did it inside me.
I really tried, i had some new friends. Really good friends. And the school was great. And best of all, it was far from home. (It was some kind of boarding school, but different... )
But i couldn't go to the lessons, i stayed away.
My parents were really worried, but i didn't want to quit my school,
it was really confusing. I loved the school and the friends i had there, but i just couldn't handle it. Everything was too much. I stayed in my room.
But i stayed away from cutting, even tho it was so tempting. I missed it.
I stopped at the school in march. I realized that i couldn't finish the year, and i lost.
So i came home, and started in a new school. 3 month before the school year ended.
It didn't work, i was in the new school in 3 days, and then i gave up. I really tried. My mum and dad tried to help. But one morning my dad found me in my room, crying so hard and trying to cut my wrist so i just could die and this hell could end.
But that was the only time i was cutting again, and i didn't even do it because my dad stopped me before i started.
It was just a weak moment. I was still strong enough to keep me away from cutting.
But things got worse.
My boyfriend, which i really loved, dumped me. I found out that one of my near friends were just a faker, and that he was in a gang and were selling drugs. My mum and I argued everyday, i found out that my bf were cutting, that people in my city were talking about me, that i was on drugs. (I've never touched that shit. So i don't know why they think that.) and so on.
So yeah. That was it. I gave up. Mum and dad, i'm so sorry, but this is just enough.
I started to cut again for 2 days ago.
I just wanted to tell my story.
I promised my mum, to stop. I was feeling better. New school, new place. Far from home. New friends. A fresh start.
I stopped slowly... And i was 'clean' for ½ year.
Then everything totally messed up in december.
I began to feel depressed again, i was so scared. I spend 1½ year on my depression, cutting, and tears. I didn't want to go back.
But it began to be darker outside, and so did it inside me.
I really tried, i had some new friends. Really good friends. And the school was great. And best of all, it was far from home. (It was some kind of boarding school, but different... )
But i couldn't go to the lessons, i stayed away.
My parents were really worried, but i didn't want to quit my school,
it was really confusing. I loved the school and the friends i had there, but i just couldn't handle it. Everything was too much. I stayed in my room.
But i stayed away from cutting, even tho it was so tempting. I missed it.
I stopped at the school in march. I realized that i couldn't finish the year, and i lost.
So i came home, and started in a new school. 3 month before the school year ended.
It didn't work, i was in the new school in 3 days, and then i gave up. I really tried. My mum and dad tried to help. But one morning my dad found me in my room, crying so hard and trying to cut my wrist so i just could die and this hell could end.
But that was the only time i was cutting again, and i didn't even do it because my dad stopped me before i started.
It was just a weak moment. I was still strong enough to keep me away from cutting.
But things got worse.
My boyfriend, which i really loved, dumped me. I found out that one of my near friends were just a faker, and that he was in a gang and were selling drugs. My mum and I argued everyday, i found out that my bf were cutting, that people in my city were talking about me, that i was on drugs. (I've never touched that shit. So i don't know why they think that.) and so on.
So yeah. That was it. I gave up. Mum and dad, i'm so sorry, but this is just enough.
I started to cut again for 2 days ago.