I've been writing a little story of my life on Word. I finished it two days ago. I read through it all and was like, whoa. I got bullied that much? I started cutting that long ago? Was that really what happened?

Why am I asking questions about my own life? Because I'm pretty shocked at it. You know when you hear those things on the news, or read those stories on the internet, or whatever, where there's a girl who was fine for the first 12 or so years of her life, and then everything fell apart? How she got bullied because she was that tiny bit different? How she moved to try and run away from her past, but now it's all coming back?

Now that I think about it, my life is probably going to end up more like a horror story than a happily ever after.