So, as you read from the title of this chapter, 9th grade was hell! People called me "emo" and "cutter", on top of my parents being sooo upset because someone from my class told on me and the counselor called my parents. I got so sick of the title "emo" that I finally told people I never cut myself and I'm not emo. Therefor, I got the title "liar" and "attention whore". Yea... 9th grade was horrible. I was excited because the school year was over! No more people, no more cutting, no more school!
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My Self Harm Story (VERY TRIGGERING!!!)
Non-FictionThis is my true story of self harm. (This is completely true and I don't suggest you read if you get triggered easily) This is meant to show you what a big mistake it is to self harm and that there are other ways to be happy. COMPLETED!!
