8/11
I'm 7 weeks clean.
That's a major accomplishment for me. The longest before was 4 weeks. So I would like to thank everyone who supports me. I love you all.
No one really knows how I started so I'm going to finally tell.
In sixth grade, I found out my friend, Zach, had cut and h was depressed. I was saying and tried helping him and the lot.
That was when I was introduced to the concept of self-harm.
That summer, I had gone into a deep depression over the terrible breakup of Brent and I.
I had remembered what Zach had done and I was appealed to the idea. So I scratched my inner arm with my nail raw.
In seventh grade, Zach was the very reason I cut again. And has been the reason throughout most my year seven experience.
My scars have faded but I am still reluctant and scared to open up my heart because of Zach and Brent.
That is my story.
~Tayler
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My Life: A Dramatic Narrative
Non-FictionThis is the diary of my life as Tayler King. Read about the boring yet depressing life of a musical nerd lesbian. Enjoy