A year ago, I was 12 and I wanted to go to church and hang out with my friend. I wanted to go do what kids are supposed to do, which is have fun and not worry. My dad said I couldn't go, and it got me pretty down. It usually does. I told him "thanks" in a rather sarcastic manner, and he told my mom about it when she came home from work. The next morning I woke up to a flashing light and the words "You're going to be homeschooled!" and a cynical laugh, all supplied by my mom. I thought, in that moment, that I'd lost it all. Everything had just crashed down, burned, and I was being sent to hell for trying to be someone else. All that thinking, changed me. Entirely. I did cut myself that morning. It only lasted a day, but a week later I still felt all that pain, and I decided to leave church to go get coffee with that friend. She then kept me out of school for another week, and let me back on my birthday. I don't cut, not once since then, but I still can't forgive myself. How do I?
2006-11-30
08:33:04
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