In the last few years, I've been a real douche to people that don't deserve it. About a year ago, I looked at myself in the mirror and noticed what I was. But by then it appeared to be too late.
This was only seconds after slitting my wrists.
Fortunately, my brother found me lying in the bathroom bleeding out and he rushed me to the hospital. Since then I have recovered from my deppression and found myself in a deep state of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. I'll have it for the rest of my life.
Before this life threatening incident, I was attending some very difficult 8th grade classes. I was one of the smartest kids in the entire school. But there were the jocks at this school, as there are at every school and almost every place you go when you walk down the hallways. I got on the wrong side of the worst one of them. The consequences resulted in physical and verbal bullying. At the same time, I began to fail most of my classes. The usual nerds that I hung out with no longer paid homage to my grades. Inside I became depressed, forsaken, and lost in a world of hate that turned out to be my own thoughts.
I was about halfway through the year when I began to bully someone myself. The worst part was that it was a girl, and strikingly gorgeous on that note. My mind was too sullen and cloudy that I became blind to the fact that she was actually a very nice girl.
I am forcing myself to now apologize to this girl, and hopefully she will forgive me. I'm doing it in a few hours and not even my parents will know about it. This is going to be painful.
At least I'm being nice for a change, and I'm a little proud of myself to how I've recovered.
This was only seconds after slitting my wrists.
Fortunately, my brother found me lying in the bathroom bleeding out and he rushed me to the hospital. Since then I have recovered from my deppression and found myself in a deep state of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. I'll have it for the rest of my life.
Before this life threatening incident, I was attending some very difficult 8th grade classes. I was one of the smartest kids in the entire school. But there were the jocks at this school, as there are at every school and almost every place you go when you walk down the hallways. I got on the wrong side of the worst one of them. The consequences resulted in physical and verbal bullying. At the same time, I began to fail most of my classes. The usual nerds that I hung out with no longer paid homage to my grades. Inside I became depressed, forsaken, and lost in a world of hate that turned out to be my own thoughts.
I was about halfway through the year when I began to bully someone myself. The worst part was that it was a girl, and strikingly gorgeous on that note. My mind was too sullen and cloudy that I became blind to the fact that she was actually a very nice girl.
I am forcing myself to now apologize to this girl, and hopefully she will forgive me. I'm doing it in a few hours and not even my parents will know about it. This is going to be painful.
At least I'm being nice for a change, and I'm a little proud of myself to how I've recovered.
