I’m 16 and I don’t really know what to say. I want to tell people my story, not for attention, not for pitty, but so people can understand. I started using SI as a release when I was 12 years old. I began to be told I was worthless and that no one loved me. I believed the people that said these things to me. I didn’t know whether or not I wanted to keep going. I didn’t know if my life meant enough to me to. There was a point when I didn’t know if I was going to let myself make it through another night. I sat in my room alone with music playing crying, screaming, using SI. I didn’t want to see the faces of all the people that hated me the next at school. I didn’t want to hide but I didn’t want anyone to know. I still feel this way. I’m dating someone and I can’t talk to him about it. He doesn’t know because he’s never been through it. I feel alone most of the time. I don’t know whether or not the people that say they’re my friends really are. I’ve been betrayed too many times to know. This is just the beginning though.