My mom saw my cuts and now she is so afraid that I might kill myself. No mom. I'm not going to kill myself because I know it's a sin. And now she keeps on checking my wrist. This is so depressing and I don't know how handle. I need to convince my mom that I'm okay but it's too obvious that I'm not. Oh God. Please help me.
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I’m the type of person that enjoys making an impact on people’s day. I enjoy putting a smile on others faces. It doesn’t matter if they are a complete stranger or a best friend. I treat everyone with the same amount of respect. I’m the type of person that says “please” and “thank you”. The person that holds the door open for you. The person that lets you cut ahead in line. The person that says “bless you” when you sneeze. The person that spots you a couple dollars if you need it. The person that picks up your pencil off the floor. The person that reminds you that not everyone is cold hearted and distant. The person that shows you that not all good people are gone. The one that makes an impact on your day whether it be only for a minute or a lifetime. I’m the person that shows you that there still is hope in humanity. I’m the person that believes acts of kindness can change the world for the better.