Roses_Are_Yellow
April 4th, 2011, 07:24 PM
My friends don't know that I self harm (well I haven't hurt my self in three weeks :) ) but we've talked about self harm before. Thier opinions on self harm is that you'd have to be completly crazy to do anything like that to your self, and that it's such a self fish act. I've come so close to telling them about my self harm before we had these discussions, but I'm so glad I never did. If they can be so...judgemental and scrutinizing when we talked about Demi Lovato, I can't imagine how they'd act if they found out about me. So besides the people on VT, I'm the only one that knows about any of this. It's getting harder though, keeping this all to myself. But I'm not willing to tell anyone. They'll send me to the hospital, and this will go on my record (happend to this girls who was my friend) and people just wont look at me the same. The only friend that could some what relate, would be my friend Al. She tried to harm her self with a knife...IN SCHOOL. ( I'm not supposed to know that) But at the moment, I really, really dislike her. I can't even stand to look at her, so I've been ignoring her (long story...I'll explain it another time) Plus, i doubt she'd keep it a secret, especially after I accidentally slipped out to my friend Kayree that Al didn't like her. So...Al's...a big no no.... If I told anyone else, they'd get mad at me, because I seem to have an easy life out of all of them. I've dealt with my past already, but it's not like any of them, could understand anything I'm trying to make sense. The memories are just..painful sometimes.
I can't describe how I feel. Like,I guess I feel like no one cares enough to look beyond the fake smiles; the bitchy comments, and come backs, to hide any emotion that could cause me to break down. It's like there's two of me. I can't explain any of it, it just makes more sense in my head. Like it's jsut always "Me, me, me.." in this stupid place I call my home town. My family loves me sure, but I couldn't do this to them. They deal with enough of my crap..
Does anyone else feel like this? Also, have any of your friends know about your self harm, and how did they react?
I can't describe how I feel. Like,I guess I feel like no one cares enough to look beyond the fake smiles; the bitchy comments, and come backs, to hide any emotion that could cause me to break down. It's like there's two of me. I can't explain any of it, it just makes more sense in my head. Like it's jsut always "Me, me, me.." in this stupid place I call my home town. My family loves me sure, but I couldn't do this to them. They deal with enough of my crap..
Does anyone else feel like this? Also, have any of your friends know about your self harm, and how did they react?