THIS IS WHO I AM
This is who I am.
Don't like me? My purpose isnt' to make you.
I am 16. My name is Brent.
All my life, I have had a minor struggle, to stay in the group, I would like to be in. In the crowd, and all that. So the beginning of my story probably starts... When I 13 or 14. At the time, I had lost many friends. I had a small fight with a guy I knew, and had been chill with before that. I stole a pack of cigarettes from him thinking he wouldn't notice. I ended up saying some harsh shit, so he got a bunch of people, many of who were previously my friends, and they kicked the shit out of me. Curb stomped me and everything. Next day, everyone shunned me. It was a pick sides thing, and they picked his side. Had only half as many friends as I had the day before. I got super depressed. I couldn't understand how so many of my friends could turn on me. Guess we were not really friends, right? I desperately wanted the attention back. I don't know what originally made me do it, but what I can take from it now, I think I just wanted to feel different, or special. What I did changed the way I see myself. I decided, against all reasonable patters of thought, I would cut myself. I know for a fact, when I started to cut, I looked at it differently the after I had. As soon as I had, it felt like ten billion pounds had been lifted off my shoulders. It was the ultimate release. I continued to cut, for nearly a year. My left shoulder looks like a freaking spider web. I don't know how I survived. In the end, it was my wonderful girlfriend who pulled me out of it. We had been going out for two months, and we were making out a hotel room on a school band trip. We were alone in a hotel room. What do couples do in those circumstances? I think we all know. Anywhore, we were both virgins, and it was really obvious where it was going, and we were both cool with it. I had her shirt off, and she was already just wearing a shirt and panties, so I was almost there, when she took my shirt off and saw the scars. Long story short, I got cock-blocked by my terrible habit, and she gave me the support I needed to quit. I needed a new release. Sex was good, but it wasn't very long before I wanted to get that relief again, and cutting was near daily for me. I began to lucid dream. If you don't know what it is, I have a thread on it. Look it up. Because you sleep Daily, it became the perfect release. Now for this year. First semester, I went to all my classes, and passed the, all, but this term, I went through a random wave of depression. In the morning, I wouldn't get up and go to school. I would just stay in my bed till 3 PM. Eventually I got kicked out. It's been two weeks since I got kicked out. II have set up with some of my teachers to got to the school on weekends to pick up work to do at home. I am hoping to go back next year. I am still kind of in this depressive state. The end.
Now let me clarify two things...
1) I am not emo. Call me emo = Three day ban.
2) I am straight. I like chicks.