Let's see, in tenth grad,e a short 4 years ago, I wanted to slit my wrists becasue . . . hmm. I felt alone, basically I talked to almost no one that year except on the interent and one friend of mine whom I was in class with, but I was in love with this friend and extremely obsessed with her, which is a whole nother problem. and One night towards the end of hte year, after we had a rocky time in our friendship and she was kind of ticked at me, she said she never wanted to talk to me again and yelled at me and swore at me. That night I tore open a tiny little slice in my wrist, but I didn't take it any farther becasue my parents were home and looking for me and it . . . wouldn't have worked at all as they would've foudn me before anything happened so I stopped. And the next day I calmed down a little and the next week she apologized for yelling at me. That's the closest I ever got in those months to killing myself, though I talked about it a lot.




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