Ok. Today is the 221 day of the year. Of those 221 days I spent in 4 Winds Hospital. So you don't have to google it or something 4 winds is a pysch hospital. I first time (2/11/08-4/11/08) I was in for a suicide attempt. This is the first time I'm really letting the world know the real reason I tried to kill myself. I'm 14 now. From when I was 9 until about 6 months before my 14th birthday I had been sexually abused and raped by my brothers father. My step-father. He's in jail now and has a minimum sentence of 20-life. The second time (6/4/08-8/6/08) I went in for cutting, burning, sadistic thoughts, suicidal thoughts and anorexia. The reason I was Anorexic was because of my school mates in M.S 233, the salk school of science. The would call me Shamu and make whale sounds when I walked by. The only person that wasn't making fun of one aspect or another of my life was :dev*mystic-night: I want to thank you. For now I think I'm gonna tried to take a break from life. I moved to a new neighborhood my meds are stable and I'm going to a small thearputic school. Alot of people I meet at the hospital are like family to me. We laughed together we cried together and we helped each other through our pain. Maybe in a month or 2 I'll come back to DA but for now I want to continue working on my art and patching up other holes in myself. Alot of people that are close to me think they know the real me but that me was a mask to hide my pain and suffering. I'm not posting this to be pitied but I think you guys have a right to now what's going on with me. Thank you so much for supporting me. I love you guys.
-WrathandRevange