I remember the time my ex broke my heart. We were together for 9 months straight, and it was the day before my 13th birthday. He broke up with me. When he did, something inside me snapped. It was like a moment where my life just felt like a lie. It felt like a miserable fucking hell hole. I tried to brush it off, but I couldn't. And a month later is when I started to notice the symptoms. I didn't have energy for shit, I had this feeling to where I just couldn't breath anymore, and etc etc etc. So, I took a test, and the results were severe depression. Now, my some-what innocent mind (its not anymore) didn't take this the best way. 

None of my friends had depression, so I felt like a loner. The feeling just got worse and worse and worse as the days went on. At one point, I couldn't take it anymore. The voices, the demons, were so fucking loud. I couldn't take it anymore. I need a release! And this led to my addiction of self harm. (Yep, I'm a cutter. Woopdie fucking doo) 

This leads me to the next chapter it two. Or three. Who the hell knows. But like I said, read at your own risk. And I'm sorry if any of this triggers you.