• My first year in high school started out okay. I instantly had friends which I value until now. School problems started during 2nd grading of the school year. We had a lot of projects and presentations and everybody was cramming. Our school has a dormitory for girls and boys. The fad started there. We all know that the term EMO was really popular then and I think until now it still is. I heard rumors that a lot of girls started slashing their wrists in the dorm. At first, I thought it was silly but even one of my best friends started to slash her wrists. I don't know what made her do that. I wanted to ask but I also don't want my friend to relive what awful things has happened to her. At that time, I kept asking myself questions like what's happening and is life really that harsh? I had problems during that time too and I just can't take the pressure that my parents are putting on me so I tried slashing too. I thought one slash was enough but somehow, I couldn't stop. I liked the pain coming from that small cut that I keep repeating it over and over again. At last, I can't take it anymore. People are driving me nuts. I wrote the word "hell" on my wrist. My classmates saw me do it. My hand bleed. They told our teacher about it. She sent me to the nurse then the counselor. After talking to the counselor, I felt a lot better. I wouldn't tell you what she said to me but after that conversation I felt that I wouldn't mind carrying the world over my back. I was going to start on a clean slate. I shall never again fear imperfections. This is life no matter what happens. 3nodding