I don't miss my childhood

yeah, my childhood fucking sucked. my mom didnt help at all either, and my biological father, dont want to get started on him.
motherfuck, lets tell everything.
my elementary years (1-9)
i started cutting myself in 4th grade or fifth, i just used a tack because i was pissed at my mom, it didnt even draw blood, it just stopped myself from rageing.

middle school:
well, i'm going to divide my experince into parts.

6th grade: i was still cutting, but i used scissors, like the sharp pointy tip? i used that. so, i was confused with my sexuallity as well. i couldnt tell if i was bisexual or straight, so i labled myself as bi-curious. i was pretty fucked up too, i started smoking weed with my friends and it helped, i was calmer, but i still raged alot, i was diagnosed with bipolar at 12 and adhd like in 3rd grade.

7th grade: still was cutting, at this point i self diagnosed myself with depression. it was really bad, i thinked about killing myself everynight, how just doing it would stop the pain. i once overdosed, but i panicked and threw the pills up, i'm happy i did that.

8th grade: it was terrible now, i used razors too cut myself, the sting is what made me choose it, i wasn't really as bullied, my home life kept getting bad and badder by the day, i never opened up to not one person, telling people my problems seemed just like i wanted them to solve it, which made things worse.

Highschool:
not much better.

9th grade. still used a razor, i cut really deep a few times, i got into a punching fight with this one girl on my bus, and my mom found out and praised me because the girl was talking shit in my face, so i went off.

10th grade: i labled myself as bisexual now, and still cutted. i wanted to stop, but i was addicted to it, i couldnt stop. i thought about killing myself everyday still, but you know, i stopped myself before i grabbed the rope. thinking "is it worth it?"

11th grade: it was really bad now, the bullying kicked right back up, because one girl saw me wrist, i was labled as a dumb emo bitch, whore, slut, people saying how killing myself would be the best thing to do. i really wanted to die then, so i just stabbed myelf with the pointy part of the razor and it was so close to a vein. i still have the jab mark.

12 grade (grade im in)
i still cut, i still want to die, im pulling through thinking about my schoolwork so i dont have to re do it. i cant wait.

PHEW.

Im happier as an adult too.. wouldnt go back in time .

I'm a lot happier too. When you're a kid, you have very little control over your life, any task that requires dexterity is very difficult, nobody respects you much, and you're always sticky and you can't ever stop.

Uh, I was with you til the body building part. But ya I know what you mean I guess. I hardly remember anything from my childhood except for the things that I wish I could forget :( it isn't always so great