May-
May 25th, 2010, 03:37 PM
Ok, I cant take this shit anymore, I really need to let it out, hopefully you guys will read this.
Since my dad left home, my whole life changed. He left us 7 years ago, my mom changed a lot and for 2 or 3 years I couldn't tell things were different, but now I see they were. Anyway, when I was 13 I started to feel very depressed, I started to act so fucking tough and I used to be a bitch to pretty much everyone, it was my way out of the weird things I was feeling. When I was alone, I used to cry until there wasn't one single tear left. I'm a songwriter, so my songs were all about how I wish I could be fearless, yet the only thing I didn't fear was death. I wanted to die and no one knew.
That year went by and I thought it was just a phase, since I only cried a lot, never did anything stupid. But when I turned 14, a friend of mine moved away, the only girl I called friend in this world left me. I had no friends before her and I knew I'd never find someone like her ever again. I got so fucking depressed when I found out about it that I drank all the alcohol I could find, locked myself in my bedroom and started cutting. And I liked it. Holy shit, that was (actually, is) the best thing in this whole world, it eased all the pain I felt inside.
Ever since then I can't stop, not because of that friend, I still talk to her and I also have new friends now, but it's become my routine, everytime something goes wrong, I drink and cut. But until a few months ago, I used to make shallow, medium cuts, now I do it 10 times a day and it's getting deeper. I know I need help but my mother won't listen. Even the principal of my school has talked to her, but she doesn't care, she says I only need to have faith in God and wait for this phase to pass. She knows I've been feeling like this for years, but she doesn't know I cut, and I don't know how to tell her. Only one person knows, because he saw and asked what's wrong, I didn't tell him but he realized what it was.
I really needed to vent and I want to know what you guys think and, especially, how should I tell her I NEED to see someone who can help me. I have faith but that's not helping me at all.
Thank you so much u guys ;)
Since my dad left home, my whole life changed. He left us 7 years ago, my mom changed a lot and for 2 or 3 years I couldn't tell things were different, but now I see they were. Anyway, when I was 13 I started to feel very depressed, I started to act so fucking tough and I used to be a bitch to pretty much everyone, it was my way out of the weird things I was feeling. When I was alone, I used to cry until there wasn't one single tear left. I'm a songwriter, so my songs were all about how I wish I could be fearless, yet the only thing I didn't fear was death. I wanted to die and no one knew.
That year went by and I thought it was just a phase, since I only cried a lot, never did anything stupid. But when I turned 14, a friend of mine moved away, the only girl I called friend in this world left me. I had no friends before her and I knew I'd never find someone like her ever again. I got so fucking depressed when I found out about it that I drank all the alcohol I could find, locked myself in my bedroom and started cutting. And I liked it. Holy shit, that was (actually, is) the best thing in this whole world, it eased all the pain I felt inside.
Ever since then I can't stop, not because of that friend, I still talk to her and I also have new friends now, but it's become my routine, everytime something goes wrong, I drink and cut. But until a few months ago, I used to make shallow, medium cuts, now I do it 10 times a day and it's getting deeper. I know I need help but my mother won't listen. Even the principal of my school has talked to her, but she doesn't care, she says I only need to have faith in God and wait for this phase to pass. She knows I've been feeling like this for years, but she doesn't know I cut, and I don't know how to tell her. Only one person knows, because he saw and asked what's wrong, I didn't tell him but he realized what it was.
I really needed to vent and I want to know what you guys think and, especially, how should I tell her I NEED to see someone who can help me. I have faith but that's not helping me at all.
Thank you so much u guys ;)