The first time, I cut myself was when I was 11 years old.
I cut my legs. My legs were covered in scars and in the dressing room, the girls saw it. They pulled my pants down and said:,,Omg look what she has done!Wtf!" with a big smile on their face like it was some sort of art.
From that day in, I didn't stop anymore. Or rather, I couldn't stop.
I cut myself when I cried, had a mental breakdown and/or a panic attack.

The first time, I thought about killing myself, I was 8 years old. I was bullied in elementary school, everybody including the teachers hated me and made fun of me in front of everyone. The girls from my class once beat me up. They always called me ugly, fat and stupid. By that time, I started thinking about how everyone's life would be better without me.

The first time I tried to kill myself, I was 13 years old. I swallowed a bunch of pills, hoping it would kill me. I remember getting out of the house, and walk to the train station because my grade went to someplace where they tested us on which job would fit us. I remember sitting next to a( now )friend waiting for the pills to kill me but the only thing that happened was me getting extremely tired and dizzy. Nothing else happened and the saddest part of it all is that... I still don't regret it.