This is my story. I’m now fourteen years old. I started SI’ing at twelve years old. My mom and dad got divorced when I was nine and my mom, my twin sisters and I moved two hours away from my dad. My mom would look at me and see my dad and I could tell by the way she looked at me. I felt worthless and started to rebel. Then in 6th grade my best friend told about how she cut so one night while my mom was out partying I sat there in the bathroom with a knife and just sliced my wrists. To my surprise it didn’t hurt, it felt good. I was numb and loved the feeling of just complete bliss. Then at the end of 6th grade I was in the bathroom and someone came in, it was my boyfriend. We started making out when I said I had to leave he got mad and slammed my head into the wall. That night when I got home I cut so deep I passed out until my mom started yelling for me to hurry up. It has gotten worse over the years and sometimes I just want to run away and never come back. 7th grade was the worst. I got into fights and was suspended from school. I got into drugs and alcohol but they did nothing for me so I stopped. So I just deal drugs and SI. This is my life and I don’t know how to change. All I know is that I might not live to see my 8th grade prom. And it doesn’t help that I’m bisexual. If anyone has any suggestions let me know at Koco0711@netscape.net.