When I was in 7th grade I began to notice that a lot of people cut themselves Me being the type of person who just wants to fit in Started "being depressed" I got mad at my mom one day and thought people cut when they're ****** or sad So I found a pen and started rubbing hard Man did it burn like hell I did it though that's not something I'm proud of I hid it from my mom until later that night She was arguing with me and said something Amongst the lines of you won't hurt yourself So I showed her the pen burn She called her friend Zach and told him everything He told me that if he found out I did Something like that again he would stop talking to me
I stopped cutting or well burning myself cause I felt it wasn't worth it.