Me again. I told my family, but the reaction was more ambivalence than anything. Mum said she figured it out and wasn't too worried. Siblings didn't care - all my brother took from it is that he wants tattoos. Dad seems to worry a bit, he keeps checking on my stress levels and has been trying to get me to take things down a notch.

I've realised the levels I have to achieve at are the main reason as to why I do it. That and I'm worried for several of my friends, who also cut and one who is suicidal. Most of my mates wouldn't care if they did know - the only ones who would understand are those who do it themselves, and there's no way I'm talking to them about it.

Its getting worse as well. Whereas before six or seven cuts would calm me down, now it takes twenty plus. I'm taking eight subjects this year while everyone else does five, learning the ukulele as well as skipping two grades to achieve higher with my bass guitar, and I'm being encouraged to start seriously training for the Rio Olympics. And the thing is, I have to do all of these things PERFECTLY to keep being accepted as I am and keep everyone thinking that I'm fine. Because boys don't cry.

Sorry for ranting, but thanks for reading.