As I began high school, my mental health deteriorated even further. I lied about eating or not eating almost everyday. I lied about being happy and interested. I lied about being hopeful of my future and my view of myself. And soon, I began to lie about the self-harm marks that people would sometimes see. I would never let them see the deepest cuts, though. Still, no one suspected me.
From: https://t-shirtat.com/
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