I started cutting in 8th grade, when my hair was long, my clothes were to big and people outcast in school. People used to make fun of me, because I would never do anything back. I would never say anything, and one day I snapped. I started cutting. It was on my wrists till my mom found out and told me she had given up on me, and that if I wanted to die I should fucking kill myself. Last week I tried to kill myself, through pills and alcohol, and I don’t know what would of happened if my brother didn’t show up. Im going to try to get help, I can’t take it anymore.