It all started in 7th grade,October of 2010. That month,I found out my best friend, Chloe,cut. I was so scared for her. So that night,I went home and cut. Deep. I told my other friend,Emily. She was mad at me,but didn’t shun me. So from then on(for about a week) I cut every night. Then it got worst. Someone started a rumor about me. A HORRIBLE rumor about me. That I did drugs. That I was on meth,crack and marijuana. Just because I had run into a wall(lol yes I did run into a wall) and I have a huge cut on my face. It looked like those you get from meth. So that went on for about two weeks. I cried myself to sleep every night,and cut. Then I tried to drown myself. Didn’t work. I just need up coughing really bad. I didn’t tell anyone this. I was ok-ish for about a week. Then a kid named Cole called me a fat slut. Im a VIRGIN. And i was kinda skinny.That was the last straw. I started to starve myself. I developed undiagnosed anorexia nervosa. It was about 6-8 weeks later that my FRIENDS noticed. NOT my FAMILY. They began to force me to eat. So I did. But I threw it up. I became bulimic. And I only ate once a day. Now it’s Summer of 2011. It all went away right? Nope. I stopped cutting,but I stopped eating again. Still,nobody seemed to noticed that only ate bites of an apple everyday. September,2011. Cutting. more cutting than ever. Since then I have been wearing long sleeved shirts. Until about a week ago. Then I fucked everything up a few days ago,and cut. More long sleeved shirts. Yay. I eat..nut sometimes I throw it up..or I just dot eat at all. So there you a lll go. OH YEAH I ALMLST FOR! January 2011, suicide attempt #2. Drowning again. February 12, suicide attempt #3 slitting wrist and OD February 27,suicide attempt #4 OD
And after all this,I’m only 14 and in 8th grade.
Whoa a robot. Hmm… Well there I was, all cozy and snug in my place of dwelling. I had been living there for close to 9 months. It was a great place, actually, and felt quite like home. Suddenly, I was yanked out of a hole in the side of my living room. A very large man was holding me, and I was so unsettled and frightened that I started bawling my newborn eyes out. That’s all I can recall.