I can't close my window, and lately, someone has been looking in my window, watching me at night.

It scares me to death, but I won't tell my family.

I feel somehow embarrassed, as if it's my fault, even though I know it's not.

I have to keep it a secret.

But I'm glad someone can hear it anyway.

My Secret? I'm clinically depressed.

I'm bi-polar. I cut. I'm anorexic. I was sexually harassed.

I have post traumatic stress disorder. I'm suicidal.

And nobody cares.

I lost hope in you.

You're supposed to be my best friend, but I don't believe that anymore.

You found new people and I'm tired of your apologizes and excuses.

You've left me alone. I'm not going to try to hold onto you.

You guys left me. I'll find happiness on my own.

My secret is silly.

I have a giant teddy bear that I sleep with every night.

I take it when I get kicked out or go somewhere.

I'm going to buy two shirts from TWLOHA's store.

One will always be on the teddy, and one I can wear occasionally.

It'll give me hope at night. I can make it.

You asked me to pull up my sleeve today.

I did as you said.

I looked at your face and I saw you smiling.

Thank you for praising me for not cutting my arm in almost 2 weeks,

But I'm sorry that 3 days ago I cut my hip.

You won't know this, but sometimes not cutting is too hard.