I had a horrible time in School. It's still painful to think about actually. I used to be physically ill with fear every morning. I know that it contributed to me becoming depressed. It annoys me that the people who made my life a living hell or now in education/working and I'm on psychiatric medication and suffer from suicidal thoughts. It sounds like I'm wanting pity, I'm not, it just seems so unfair. I was hospitalised when I was 16 and had to miss my exams. Part of me is angry and part of me is glad that this happened. Self injury saved me, it understood me when nobody else did. I think that's why I find it so difficult to let go. My life is so messed up that the happiest time in my life was when I took a near lethal overdose. Sometimes I just want to give up. Sometimes give up by committing suicide, sometimes by slowly becoming insane so I won't be aware of my surroundings. I'm actually past caring.