don't click this 2.9.14

last Tuesday, I was walking to the bus stop to go to school. I saw a piece of glass on the ground. I had been feeling extremely depressed at that time, so I picked it up, and put it in my pocket, planning to use it later. I brought it to school with me. I washed it in the school bathroom with soap and water, cleaning the rust (or whatever it was) off and returned it to my pocket. after school, I got home and finished my homework. my mom was sick, so she was already in bed. i quickly finished my homework. afterword, I washed the piece of glass again and disinfected it with isopropyl alcohol. then I made that first cut... and I liked it. so I did it again, and again, and again on my wrist. I cut my other wrist, then I moved on to my thighs. after I was done, I rinsed the glass off, and used hydrogen peroxide on my cuts. I didn't want an infection because I knew that then I would have to tell my mom. then I cried myself to sleep. I woke up the next day feeling horrible. I felt like I had to tell someone what I had done. so I told my bestfriend. I thought I could trust her. but she told HER friends, and they agreed to tell the guidance counselor, saying that the counselor would "help" me.
well, that's what they did. I got called down to the office. I talked to her. I talked to another guidance counselor and I talked to the school nurse. they decided to call my mom. my mom came to school crying, asking me why... I started crying, too. she took me to a therapist, and called my father. my dad was VERY mad, at first. but he calmed down after a while and-- well, he's an alcoholic. he probably drank until he forgot about it, to be honest.
now, things are almost back to normal. my mom checks me everyday for cuts, though. she made me promise never to cut again, but she doesn't trust me.
I wouldn't trust me, either.
bye.