No one sees
I cut myself. I have since I was eleven years old. I have never gone to extensive lengths to hide the scars or the fresh cuts, but no one seems to notice that I have angry red lines across my wrists.
No one notices that I have stopped eating either. Or that when I do have to eat, I go to the bathroom right after and throw up.
I know I sound like every other whiny teenager out there, and that it seems like I'm doing these things fe attention, but I'm not. They are coping mechanisms for me. I just get frustrated that no one sees what I'm doing because they all freaked out when they thought my sister was depressed. I guess I feel like they overlook me because I'm the oldest and I'm supposed to be strong, but sometimes I break too...