I'm normally always depressed, let to cutting and drinking while I was younger and then cutting, drinking and drugs and now just drinking.
Oh didn't read. Some of the reasons are because of a -blam!- up family life, the earliest memory I have is my mum drunk yelling at my dad and my dad snapping and then hitting her while I sat in the corner crying and screaming my heart out for them to stop.
My dad never being proud of me, even when I was at the top of my classes when I was young.
Dad use to hit me because I screwed up or like one time when I was go sick the school told him to pick me up. I lay in bed with my head under my pillow so he couldn't hear my coughing because I was scared he would get mad.
The time I was 12 and my dad when out with friends to drink and left me alone and then my mother and her friend drunk comming over and her getting pissed because I chose to be here at my dads alone instead of going to her house and then her trying to choke me and scratching my face.
The only person I ever trusted and loved destoryed my heart when she told me that she had cheated on me and the reason she told me was because she wasn't sure who she wanted to me with. If it was me, I would have never found out about it but if it was the other guy she would break it off with me (she chose the other guy.)
About a week after the break up I jumped off a 20 foot bridge and broke my right leg in two places.
[Edited on 12.03.2012 7:12 PM PST]