I can't take it.
I guess I have anger management issues, well that's what my mom and brother joke around that I have. I take things to the extremes or don't bother with it at all. If I'm mad, I am p*****. I don't cry; haven't cried in ages. Tears slip down my cheeks, but I don't legit let it out. I brought up the word depression so many times, hoping to leave you a hint. Gathered enough courage to tell you I may be mildly depressed. About 4 months later, about 3 weeks from the present time, I felt hopeless and tried cutting. At first I used a razor to scratch at my skin, but didn't let it cut through since I hate the feeling of cold blood. I used my own nails and a nail cutter to pinch at my skin. I've only had three of these breakdowns since then, just scratching at my skin deep enough before it would bleed. I need help. I don't want to ask. There are people in worse conditions than me, as my mom always said. I self harm even more because of this.
I've never told anyone. But you.