Rangers
July 22nd, 2008, 06:53 PM
Please read this, something's wrong.
I have never cut myself, on purpose. I tend to punch things when I'm angry, but this is mostly down to Rangers getting scored into, or losing at a game. Or, I just scream.
But, recently it's silly wee things that just annoy the f*ck right out me. For example, yesterday. I went into my Mum's room and looked out the window to see who was in the street and I sat on the bed. I accidently sat on my Dad's jeans that she'd just ironed at she gave me a telling off. I don't know why but it just triggered something and I felt like jumping into a Wood Chipper. I punched the wall going back into my room and was fuming for hours after. I didn't talk to her for 2 days either.
Question is, why did I want to cut myself for the first time even though when I know people have done it I think What are they all about'.
Now I have a good life. It's not like my parents are bad to me and shout at me at any excuse. They're really good to me, treat me well, buy me nice things etc. My brothers sound aswell. Recently just got the girl of my dreams. Now, for the best part. At 15 years old, I was scouted by Glasgow Rangers and I now hold the Right-Back slot at U-19 level and I'm only 16. This is a dream for any boy from Scotland, playing for your favorite team in the world that you'd do anything to see them win. It seems that I have a brilliant life, why would I want to end it?
I don't want to talk to anyone about it that I know, hence why I'm posting on here. I have lots and lots of friends, through several sports clubs, school etc, but there's 2 that I always want to talk to. Both, were friends since I started school when I was 5. We all have the same type of humour, and get on unbelievably well but we're all different in ways. One of them never, ever talks about feelings and the other will openly express theirs. You'd think I would talk to one of them, but I still haven't.
This may sound weird but there's always one thing that cheers me up, no matter what's happened to who, where and when. It's the music of Jon Schmidt. He's an unbelievably talented musician who plays the piano. I've put his music onto my phone so that I can listen to it wherever I go, whenever. Is that sad?
Anyway, these urges to punch a wall or scream have turned into urges to cut. Whats happened?
I have never cut myself, on purpose. I tend to punch things when I'm angry, but this is mostly down to Rangers getting scored into, or losing at a game. Or, I just scream.
But, recently it's silly wee things that just annoy the f*ck right out me. For example, yesterday. I went into my Mum's room and looked out the window to see who was in the street and I sat on the bed. I accidently sat on my Dad's jeans that she'd just ironed at she gave me a telling off. I don't know why but it just triggered something and I felt like jumping into a Wood Chipper. I punched the wall going back into my room and was fuming for hours after. I didn't talk to her for 2 days either.
Question is, why did I want to cut myself for the first time even though when I know people have done it I think What are they all about'.
Now I have a good life. It's not like my parents are bad to me and shout at me at any excuse. They're really good to me, treat me well, buy me nice things etc. My brothers sound aswell. Recently just got the girl of my dreams. Now, for the best part. At 15 years old, I was scouted by Glasgow Rangers and I now hold the Right-Back slot at U-19 level and I'm only 16. This is a dream for any boy from Scotland, playing for your favorite team in the world that you'd do anything to see them win. It seems that I have a brilliant life, why would I want to end it?
I don't want to talk to anyone about it that I know, hence why I'm posting on here. I have lots and lots of friends, through several sports clubs, school etc, but there's 2 that I always want to talk to. Both, were friends since I started school when I was 5. We all have the same type of humour, and get on unbelievably well but we're all different in ways. One of them never, ever talks about feelings and the other will openly express theirs. You'd think I would talk to one of them, but I still haven't.
This may sound weird but there's always one thing that cheers me up, no matter what's happened to who, where and when. It's the music of Jon Schmidt. He's an unbelievably talented musician who plays the piano. I've put his music onto my phone so that I can listen to it wherever I go, whenever. Is that sad?
Anyway, these urges to punch a wall or scream have turned into urges to cut. Whats happened?