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I'm a mess.
Normally, this is where I would write some sort of attention grabbing introduction to catch your attention, but not this time. I'm keeping it plain and simple. My name? It doesn't matter. My age? It doesn't matter. Why don't I have a picture? It doesn't matter what I look like. I'm on Witty to vent and express myself. I'm also here to help you. I'm here to hear your story, and remind you that you're never alone. The page you are on right now, happens to be my secret account.
Why would I need a secret account? Well, look up a little bit, and read my username. Did you do that? If so, then you'll know why.
I self-harm, in a lot of ways. Cutting, burning, scratching, hitting, biting, pinching, and the list goes on and on. I suffer(ed) from Anorexia Nervosa. I've made myself purposely throw up before, but not enough times to be known as a Bulimic. I stay up all night, and sleep all day. I'm emotionally disturbed.
I've drank before. I've tried to steal pills before. If someone handed me drugs right now, I would do them. I'd stop at nothing to try and take away the pain.
I also have the average teenage girl problems. I'm sure almost all of you do. I love a guy, who will probably never love me back. I'm insecure. I hate my face, but I mostly hate my body, etc.
Family. I bet most of you love your family, don't you? I wish I could say the same. I have an abusive father, who abuses me both mentally and physically. My mom isn't as bad, but she hits me sometimes. She also suffers from depression and used to cut herself in the past. My mom left us before, twice. The only reason my parents are together is because of me and my little brother. My mom's mom died from breast cancer, but I rarely saw her anyways. My dad's mom is currently fighting lung cancer, and losing. The only relative that understands me, is my aunt. It kills me to say that she's moving to another state with her new fiance.
This is my life. This is me. On this account, I won't be holding back anything. Have questions? Feel free to ask. Judge me if you'd please, I'm used to it by now.
If you read all of that, you're a wonderful person.
SufferingFromDepression