I remember in eighth grade, when I found out a friend of mine was harming herself, I was deeply saddened that she felt so sad in the first place that she felt the need to put a razor to her skin. During this same time my friend was hurting herself, I was too, except I did not let others know of this, even when my own world was falling apart, I did not care, being there for others is what I did best. After finding out that my friend was in a predicament in her life, she then began to talk about all the other things that were wrong with her life, when she cried, I was there, she trusted me, and I somehow always knew the right thing to
I remember in eighth grade, when I found out a friend of mine was harming herself, I was deeply saddened that she felt so sad in the first place that she felt the need to put a razor to her skin. During this same time my friend was hurting herself, I was too, except I did not let others know of this, even when my own world was falling apart, I did not care, being there for others is what I did best. After finding out that my friend was in a predicament in her life, she then began to talk about all the other things that were wrong with her life, when she cried, I was there, she trusted me, and I somehow always knew the right thing to