Emo-ness

I was reading Theresa’s letter to herself in ten years time (yeh yeh, it was a while ago) and saw her mention of emos:

Wasn't it too long ago that the term emo was used to refer to a style of music?! Well now, people think that if they wear enough eye-liner and hate the world enough, they'll be able to join the exclusive world of emos, which, surprise surprise! Is not that exclusive after all. These people boast the fact that they are individuals and are different, but in actual fact, they all dress in pretty much the same way, cut themselves in the same places, and listen to the same commercialised bands.

I completely agree with that. Most emos are attention seekers.

There is however, a proportion of people out there (I’m not sure how big of a proportion), who truly suffer from some form of mental illness. I would know.

Before you go into shock, no, I do not suffer from a mental illness. But I have a friend who does. We’re not close or anything, simply ‘hi, bye’ friends, but I am close to one of her closer friends (confusing, much?).

She cuts herself according to her marks. So if she gets a 45/50, she’d cut herself five times. Now, no matter how smart someone is, you can’t expect them to score 100% every single time. She’s been doing this for a while now; you can imagine how many cuts she has on her hands/arms. I have no idea what her reason behind this is, maybe pressure.

Her friends know all about this (maybe not the full story, but they know enough), but what’s really sad is that they’re not doing anything to stop it. Sure, they may be telling her to stop, but that obviously isn’t working. They’ve been telling her to stop for over a year now; do they really expect her to suddenly stop?

Something else that’s really stupid is that her parents have failed to notice the cuts on her arms. They did ask her once, and she said that she scratched herself on a tree branch. Seriously, what kind of branch cuts in three perfectly straight parallel lines?

I don’t really know what to do because I am in no position to. I am hardly anyone to her. The most I’ve ever talked to her would be maybe a one minute conversation. All I can do is try convince her friends to take action.

On a different topic... school starts tomorrow. These holidays have flown by so fast, and I haven’t got anything done! I’m going to stuff the Geography RAP assessment tomorrow, and I still need to collect signatures for subject selections. Yet, I’m still undecided about what I want to do. Physics or no Physics?! I don’t want to decide, I’m scared I will make a mistake, like my electives for the past two years, except this is so much more important.