disenchanted
If u live in Singapore, u would have seen lotsa posters on seeking help for depression everywhere. It made me remembered my primary school days. I was only 11 or 12 then. I'm not sure if i was sufferring from depression then. Maybe not. I still remember it was during science class when it all happened.
I borrowed my friend's penknife and just started slashing my wrist. And i was doing it quite calmly, no hysterics. The wound wasn't deep. (Dull blade, u see) The girl sitting beside me was freaked i think. I guess she didn't know wad to do so she told someone nearby. In the end, some other classmate told the teach. She made me go to the front of the class.
It was then tt i started to realize wad i've done. Futhermore, the teacher's fussing over me made me panic, and so i cried. I was brought down the the staff room and several teachers came over, together with the principal. With all their fussing, i cried even more. They all thought what i did was due to my broken family background. Oh puh-leaze. I was too tired to refute anything so i just let them cluck arnd me.
My brother thought i was just trying to gain attention. Well, maybe i was, though tt really wasn't wad i was thinking at all when i slashed my wrist. In fact, i wasn't thinking at all at tt time. There's a penknife, and i've a wrist. So things just happened. It seems kinda weird to me now. i never knew wad my mom thought of it. She never said a word abt. Not even when a teacher drove me home. Maybe she also thought it was just to seek attention.
Well, this is just one of my weird... should i say 'experience'?
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