I really want to start doing this thing where I honor everyone who ever helps me, especially this year. Well, this award goes to my favorite science teacher Mr. Miller.
What happened that should allow him to have such an award?
Well, last night I wasn't feeling too great, as you may have noticed, so I made a mistake and I cut myself several times (I've been doing this for seven years now and have gone to many therapists mind you) and this morning I went up to Mr. Miller and told him that I had made a mistake last night and that I needed his help to at least hide it a little. He asked me what it was and I showed him my arm. Whenever I have shown people my scars I have seen them recoil in disgust or surprise, my father often looked at them in disappointment, my mother with fear, but Mr. Miller's look was a mix of shock and worry and something that I can't place but something that I needed very much. He was also kind enough to get some bandage wrap so that I could hide it and helped me to come up with the story that I gave blood (in a way).
Point being, I'm sure he was freaked out as hell and could have sent me to talk to the counselor so that I could get myself checked out for depression or for a therapist to mark me as some stupid symptom, but he chose to help me, and he gave me kind words when I needed it. So, thank you Mr. Miller for helping me with this one thing, because you have now and always will make a difference in my life.
Ta ta for now!
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