My worst

I remember my most depressed time in my life... It chills down my spine to think about it but then again I smile because I have improved. I was in 8th grade. Nothing I did seemed right. I was constantly fatigued and all I did was sleep all day all night. I was tired of being screamed at for every little thing and an obsessive cutter. My goal was to go deeper and deeper every day. I recall taking a hour LNG showers just to cry. I had no friends no support no anything. I wanted to die so badly. Everyday was a battle. Me myself and I against every brutal day. Although I am still unhappy it haunts me to recall those days.