I firstly self harmed when i was 11.it was just me trying to help myself somehow. I stopped and now i relapsed and i cant do this anymore. I am havind a eating disorder and its very hard to hide infront of everyone that me the eating maniac just stopped. I just put on a happy face wherever i go its a persona named eve. The straight happy, kind, loving and everything in between. And when i get home i cry for hours with bloody blade in my hands. I do actually have a shelf where i put my bloody clothes when it gets on so my mom could not find it and then i wash it by my self. Theres so much more but i wont to end it all right here now.