I was 13 at the time.

I was having trouble with these two girls that were harassing me, and I had had enough. This was during school and I had received a message about how much a horrible person I was and that I should die at that exact moment. I ran to the locker room, that was empty at the time, and cried.

I was tired of everything and I found a sharp object near the lockers and sliced my thighs and a little bit of my arms. Besides the harassment, I was already depressed but didn't know it.

From then on, I've continued to self harm, but it's been 3 weeks since the last time I did, which I'm very proud of