Great news-baptism. I need to confess...

I've got great news! My parents said they'll come to my baptism.

I need to confess something...you know how it's been hard to pretty much talk about "deep issues" since 8th grade with my parents,right? Well, it may be good if I finally tell someone this.

I didn't like the idea of razors so I didn't exactly starting "cutting". But, I used my finger nails to inflict pain by scratching myself. I guess my nails were the substitute of a razor...

I ether was planning to do "it" or tried (it didn't work out very work,thankfully). I didn't like the idea of guns or anything like that. My "plan" was to starve myself to death...I didn't realize in my 14/15 year old mind that starving to death isn't just growing weak and than "going to sleep". It takes a major tole on the organs. Not to mention my parents would have wondered why I no longer was eating.

Thank you for letting my confess that to you. I don't recall ever telling another human being what I just told you...