I’m sorry to all my fallowers for disappearing after that last post. I wish there had been some way for me to let you know I was still alive between then and now, but there wasn’t.

The story:

Somebody from school found my tumblr. His name is Lane. I hate Lane. He played the part of ‘concerned’ friend. He is not my friend. He saw me post things about self harm and suicidal thoughts, and thought he would take action. He did this by going to my school counceller, who of course called my parents. That was the worst confrontation ever. They knew my secrets, they saw my scars. They took my razor, and they basically locked me in my room. So all I heard was my mom bawling and my dad was pretty much silent. I considered running away, but I kind of lost it that night, and I tried to commit suicide instead. It just seemed easier, and now I had every reason to do it. This time telling myself I wouldn’t fail.

Well, I was found and taken to the hospital. I have some pretty bad burns on my left arm and some nasty cuts on my right arm and legs. (My parents aren’t smart enough to realize a razor is not the only tool you can use to hurt yourself.) It’s not pretty. I’m back home for now. I made a new blog and hopefully nobody will find this one. I’m not even telling my best friend about it.

I’m sorry to my family, my fallowers, my friend Dominic. I’m so sorry.

The wounds are really bad, so I’m not going to post pictures of them. But my left arm isn’t as bad. So here.