I'm not sure what did really happen. My family doen't like to talk about it and won't tell me anything and neither will my friends who where there :/
------------------------------------------------ December 1st, 2011: I was tired. I was stressed. My friends all hate me for no reason at all. So I didn't cut. I stabbed myself in the thigh. Yes, I'm stupid but at that moment in time, it felt right. Yes, I didn't think it through. Yes, I'll have a scar for the rest of my life there on the inside of my thigh. But do I care? No. Because no ones cares about me. ------------------------------------------------
Obviously your brother cares about you, when you want to cut think about him, and how it most likely upsets him.
I don't know you but I just want to say, hurting yourself is not the way to go. You'll find better friends that will like you for who you are. Stay Strong, don't give up and trust in God. Even when things seem so crappy now, just remember that it'll make sense in the end, so live through all the bullsh*t and smile cause life's too short to waste!
Yeah,Skylar. Remember your parents,your brother,Forrest and us. You might not think anyone cares about you but we do,and so do your family and Forrest. So live on. Don't let little setbacks ruin your life. We will always support you.
Right now, I have no one how is neat by to suport me. Forrest's disappeared on me and I haven't hear from him in two weeks. I'm over stressed. It seems everything I do pisses my parents off and today, my "best friend" told me that she wouldn't miss me if I died
Yeah, your brother, he lives you do much, and you tell them to do as you say not as you do, but they don't listen and do as you do.
Dan! talk to me more. Things have never been good for me. I've been made fun of plenty of times for being party dyslexic. :/
------------------------------------------------ December 9th, 2011: Today, my school had a man come in and talk to us about suiside. His 13-year-old son killed himself during his 8th grade year. His son, Ryan, was bullied. This bully told terrible rumors around the school about how Ryan was gay and other mean things. One of the popular girls also pretended to like him so Ryan would tell her personal things so she and her friends could make fun of him. Ryan was sick with depression. How does that have to do with me? I'm depressed. People bully me but not as bad as Ryan. I'm party dyslexic (thats why my spelling is bad on harder words) and I have ADHD. People tease me and I shake it off. It still bothers me. And people still do it today. Humans are mean people. They take advantage of the weak, just like in the animal world. People pick on me and Tyler because he can't do as much as he could since he's on drugs from his surgery. Why are people so mean? I remember coming home and crying from school somedays because of my friends teasing me. Kayla —poor, sweet Kayla— kept a diary. I've read only one entry in it. It was about me. Kayla saw herself in my shadow. She was the quite, straight A girl while I'm the wild child. She didn't think she could be my friend because she didn't understand why I did wild things. I got her to go crazy, and yes, I do blame her death on me because I changed her so she was more on the wild side like me. After she opened up, she never was the same and I'm just realizing that now. She changed, and she was bullied. Maybe that's why she killed herself. We'll never know. And maybe that's why lots of my scars are from memories about her. ------------------------------------------------