That's what I do tbh. I don't want to come home from school as I know when I get home I'm gonna be alone til 7pm, even if stopping later at school doesn't really keep me from being alone either.. atleast it stops me from doing something major i'll regret. and even at 7pm when my mum gets home, she's in her bedroom the rest of the night working so i dont see her. my dad has run off with my brother and a different family and he has cut off all connections with me so i dont ever talk to him or my brother anymore. every day in school i sit in lessons with tables full of people who laugh at me and call me stuff until the bell goes, but im not brave enough to ask to be moved as i know it'll cause more problems which i dont want. my best friend has replaced me and only talks to me when she wants to complain about stuff. luckily, i suppose, i have got a new friend who has so far been there for me, but now what seems like my only friend is getting more distant from me, not wanting to talk to me anymore or sit with me. i dont really want to go much more into the school situation as it hurts too much to talk about it.or working long hours, day after day, can all be helping people to numb or distract themselves and avoid being alone with their thoughts and feelings.
i have been getting panic attacks for three years now - it feels like i am being strangled and everything goes blurry and dizzy, like i am about to collapse. it's freaking scary.. feels like you could die at any second.. but then again, would anyone care? i have only just told my mum about the panic attacks, but i dont think i could ever tell her about the self harm.
when i get home from school i go on the computer til the early hours to try and escape it all. but that never happens. everything ends up following me, even gets worse some times. for example last night.. i logged onto habbo for the first time in ages to be greeted by three boys from this forum laughing and taking the pee out of my dog who died recently, repeatedly saying my dog is probably fake and never existed, that i should cut him up into small chunks and just laughing at me in general about everything and much more for about 2 hours non stop. they just wouldn't stop... i dont understand how they could get entertainment out of making someone breakdown. by this point i am in tears, shaking, struggling to breathe and going to the kitchen for a knife and whatever is in the medicine cabinet.
i finally get to bed, looking for free spaces on my arms or legs then occupying them. then the cycle continues the next morning. you may not think that everything is that bad, but trust me, after years of this happening, its now unbearable. i just have to get out of here.







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