Status report:
Single
Cut, have depression
7th grade
I have one spark that keeps me going, his name is Austin. He has helped me a lot through all of this. He's my best friend, the closet person to me. Even if we live 100, of miles away. I love him deeply.
I haven't felt happiness in a while, he brought it to me. With only words, he opened my heart. I don't know him very well, but I love him a lot more than I can use words to describe. He's my pup, my Roxas, my sama. He's an amazing guy, who shouldn't be treated the way he is. I will never treat him like that, never. As long as I love, I will treat him with the love and respect he deserves.
My depression started in 6th grade. There's stupid people in this world that need to step off. Suicidal thoughts started when I was seven, I hated life so much, that I would always plan to wake up in the middle of the night, and either run away, or kill myself. I've tried to run away quit the amount of times. But I never ended up doing it. Cutting started late December. I have 82 cuts on my thigh currently, and a little over a hundred all together. I don't regret them, and I don't think I will.
I've told my family, but they haven't made me feel better, but I've told a complete stranger, and he has. He's my cute little pup, who has helped through this crap. Shout out to Austin, love you buddy!
