It all started out when i was 12. I was in 7th grade and i didnt have any friends. Some girls bullied me, they told me that no one cared about me and that i was just ugly. At first i didnt believe them because i had amazing parents and siblings that cared for me. I read at lunch, and sat alone. Days passed and the bullying got worst and worst. By that time 2 girls had "pity" on me and they became my "friends". However, i never belonged there. I was always the third wheel. I knew that if one day i dissapered they wont care. After a fight that I had with them, i started cutting. I was smart then, so i knew that cutting on my wrists would cause attention. So i just cutted my thigths. Every once in a while i would break down and cut while crying. But i never cutted without a reason. The year passed and i went to the doctor one day to only be detected with anxiety. I started 8th grade and the bullying got even worse. They would call me names that hurt. "Wortless" "Stupid" "Waste of space" And since then i cutted every day. I got a new best friend who was also a cutter, and she was the only one that understood the pain i was suffering. But i never let anyone see behind my facade. I fake a smile everyday until now. I cry myself to sleep because im not good enough. The only thing that is keeping me in this world is my family and best friend. Thanks to them i am writting this right now. And yes, i know that my life could be worse, but this is bad enough for me already. I just hope that one day i can see my legs again without seeing white, thin lines all over them. Or the red, puffy skin that i cutted today.