If so, they should know that I do not.I few moments ago I had a flash-back to when I used to be in elementary school and have a ready buddie, who was in grade 1. I always thought that she liked me, but this is how one fateful day went: (P.S., Autumn=readingbuddie &Sabrina=my friendMe-Why did you pick me as your reading buddie(Iwas quite curious, since I didn;t know her)Autumn-Because Sabrina...

For a while now, I've been running this scenario through my head and wondering what the adverage cutter would do.If this person, while trying to releave they're "pain" was to accidentaly cut deeper into their wrist than they had attempted and began to bleed to death, would they run to their parents screaming, "call 911! I cut myself too deep!", would they attempt to stop the bleeding themselves,...

Cancer.A guy I know, has been diagnosed with cancer. I've known him all my life, but we were never very close. I don't really know much about it, but it's just depressing. I don't understand how people who know him can just carry on with their lives when he's suffering in some hospital. It's hard not to cry about it. I mean, the last time I saw him was on grade 8 graduation night, and now he may...

Ahh! I just wanna scream at my mother. She just doesn't get it! So far this week, i've cried infront of her 3 times, while trying to explain to her why I would like to see a councelor. All she says back is "you aren't depressed, you're just a teenager!" I know that! I'm not trying to pretend like i'm horribly depressed, but it seems thats what she's recieving on her end of the broken communication...

Yea, so today I was bugging my mother about whether or not I could go to Waped Tour. And yes, I do realize that it doesn't even begin until July, but I like to know things ahead of time. Well anyways, my mother said no. At first she said yes, then maybe, but then, no. Right now I'm fuming. My mother's reasoning is this:- too far away to go for a concert- to much money to go- my safetyAparently...

Today I have come to realize that, I feel much better when I'm wearing black clothes than "normal" clothes. You see, I used to wear emo-ish steriotype clothes, but when I came into highschool and went away from people that I knew, I sort of lost my self confidence and now i'm "normal". But I think I'd rather be the way I used to be. I wore those clothes for a reason, because I liked the style. I...

I highly doubt that I have some sort of serious illness like depression or bi polar disorder, but I can tell when something is wrong with me. And as I've been called "attention seeker" and "completely insane" many times before, i'm hesitant to talk about things that are bothing me. It's especially hard to speak about it to my mother, because every time she found that I cut she yelled at me. not...

Yea, so yesturday I was sitting in my room, feeling kind of sorry for myself becuase one of my friends had just told me off. And I started thinking about how she had told me that she wanted to be "scene". I had really come to a point where I almost hate lables because of how many friends they'd cost me. But I paid no attention to the terms she used. Then I started thinking about myself. I used to...

So, I have a problem. I'm a former cutter and I havn't cut since like april. I used to be able to hide my emotions.. better. Since I've stopped cutting, I've felt more hostile than usual and I am having more urges to harm people who are getting on my nevers. I think this may be becuase I've stoped cutting, I have nothing to take my feelings out on. I'm not really sure, but I need to find a better...

Well today is my fourteenth birthday. Everyone in my class wished me a happy birthday all day long (they wrote it on the chalkboard and signed too) and talked about how awsome my party is going to be. When I got home my family called and said happy birthday and some said that they had presents. My Mom and Dad gave me my first bass guitar and my aunt cameover to give me money. Why aren't I happy. I...