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Dear online journal,

I was always easily angered. As a littlie, I was bullied every single day, just for being who I am. But I never ever thought about SI until now....

It  started in September 2009. Ninth grade was going along rather uneventfully, until Roberta happened. She tore my boyfriend away from me, and tore my best friend from me as well. Not a day would pass when I didn't feel angry or upset about everything Roberta said or did that made me angry. Then it was no longer just her... it was everyone else in my class too. I sank into yet another depression, this one being worse than the other ones i have had. I don't really think I planned on cutting myself, but I found myself holding a pair of scissors in my hand. At first, I was just scratching doodles on my wrist. Those doodles turned into angry lines. Later, the scissors went from scratching to making really light cuts. Then the scissors disappeared, and turned into a broken razor. I cut whenever i felt bad. I stopped for about a month, but resumed after feeling incredible impulses to SI. Then, the razor turned into an exacto-knife blade. It is now February. I have been SI'ing for 5 months now. I dont plan on stopping anytime soon though, despite what my friends have told me.

There are more in depth reasons, but I cannot possibly tell them right now....

Until later Online journal,

Seanna.