This storey was amazing. Just like the real life of a person going through that. Exactly like my life. This story should be made into a book. For sure based on real life. Thank You.

What i like about this short story is how it neither condones nor condemns self-injury. I think that's the kind of attitude that is so important if si-ers are ever going to be understood and respected. I'm not a self-injurer myself but i spend a lot of time reading about si and trying to understand the behavior of si-ers. I even injured myself a few times out of curiosity to see what it was like but it did nothing for me. So to me it's still a mystery, but i really want to understand si-ers and will do my best to inform people about si and explain that most si-ers aren't crazy and don't want to die. But all i really wanted to say was that i liked the story! :-)

I totally relate to this. you put this into words so well.

i can really relate to this! It is really good!

im not me anymore. i dont belong anywhere. my wishing for my existest is fading. noone can help me. im alone. i feel like i am, no i know that i am alone. i wasnt always like this. but i just stop, stop time, stop caring, my foolish mind thinks of death and only death. wishing that god had a short plan for me. i hate myself. i but i hate noone. just me. i always put up a fake face to the ppl i speak to. cuz if i shown them how i really feel they wouldnt want to talk to me. and it will be my fault. but at the same time i want to left alone..i want world to just turn its back on me. i want to beside my shadow..knowing it will alway be there. knowing that is all i need. im not like most kids. im different. i know when to have good manners i know when leave someone alone i know when to help i know when to get out of the way. i can see the big picture, u know? but my inner is way different, it talks back it wants to be strong it knows when its wrong it takes a risk it wants to see things happen it wants to be mean it knows when its time to speak up. it also knows me. it knows what im going to do and it always trys to stop me but i dont listen to it, i never do. it told me not to cut it told me not to look at that stuff it told me to do this and not to that. my mother would love my inner self. its the daugher she once had its the daugher that never died its the daugher she can be proud of. the daugher she doesnt look down on the daugher she would love forever and would be heart broken if she dies. im not going to cry! no matter how much i want to! god its so hard..no im not going to. ive cried and ive cried but what good does that do anyway? im sick of crying!im going to be that daugher! the daugher thats willing to do things no matter how stupid she looks! im going to be my inner. im going to stop thinking all the time and just do wants right. im sick of being this shy and stupid child. im sick of it and so is everyone else. im going to show my emotions im going to stop hiding! damn it! im going to be more livly im going to take things as they come. im going to be strong and lovely. im going to. at least im going to try my hardest to bring her out. she the only reason i havent done it. u know put it all to a end. cuz she keeps telling me what if? what if u can change it? make it right? she helps me so much its like she my sister. but i dont see her when i look in the mirror unless i have conflictdess (cant spell to save my life) i love her. i just love her bravest and her light. she knows what hse doing and knows what needs to be done. i know it sounds werid but its true. she the person that i want to meet and love with all my heart. but in order to love someone i have to love myself. for what i look like and who i was and going to be. my inner self loves herself so why cant i do the same? she wilder then me though thats why i get scared to bring her out. my feelings i dont want to show to the world but she does. she wants to show off everything. i dont. like when me and my mom are fussing. my mind been racing and running words to epscape. but i keep it closed. my words are in jail. behind bars. like i just tell lies to keep me safe. to make me feel safe. i dont know why she locked up, did i put her away? yea i did. know that i remember it. cuz she had too much mouth and i always got in trouble for her actions. like with my aunt. she always got pissed off with her. only cuz she talked to much. but watever. thats y i keep quiet. cuz she gots to much mouth. man y do i want to cry again? its like my eyes cant hold so much water. but im not going to cuz its stupid. i have no reason to cry. i dont know if its her or me who wants to cry.. i think its her alot of the time. cuz i was the one and still is scaring our body. and that i was the one she gets angry at daddy. (everytime i even think about him im cring or get really sad and wish that my mom would stoop talking about him) but its her cring all the time. cuz she wants out! out of this messed up soul! just free. but i wont let her. she too much to handle. even my dad didnt like her. (its becuz of to much mouth) damn it she cring again i cant hold it back nomore. i miss himso much. i cfant evn see waht im tuoing. he doesnt know how badly it feels to know that the person u miss so much is out of ur reach. i think she missin her more than i. or is it that our feelings for him is so strong that thats the only thing we have in common. is that we both love our Daddy. even though we know the real him. we still love him even more. we both remember the good times we had and the bad. even though now i think he doesnt love me no more. his always out to get me. he always know a way to make me feel like shit. ive always been a Daddy's Girl. but not nomore.his too busy for me his always was. its like he dont want to face me. maybe becuz ive falling apart. hell i wouldnt want to talk to a fucked up cry baby anyway. so y should he? (becuz his ur father) my inner self just said that.. no. his not my father anymore (what r u talking duh of course he is! y would u think that anyways?) she talking to much and i dont want to type it all down. the reason y his not my father anymore is becuz..when ever since he left things havent been the same. i dont know waht goes on in his head anymore. i cant find my real daddy in him nomore. its like when he was over there, he got shooted and died. but he came back as the man he is now. a man with no soul. a man that doesnt know wat his saying. and man that can make his daugher cry. a man that can make a son grow up without him. a man that each time u think about him makes u pity him. thats the kind of man i have now. a man thats not my father (thats stupid) but thats how i see it (thats still stupid) watever.

Story of my life. Amazing. Like it alot! Very insightful.