I'm a sixteen year old lesbian now, and I've known that I'm gay since I was ten. From eleven 'til fifteen I cut myself, burned myself and held my breath until I nearly passed out. Some parts of where I live, West Yorkshire, aren't exactly gay friendly, so if anyone vaguely picked up on the fact I didn't like guys then I'd get abuse. This hate made me hate myself and believe that no girl should, would or could ever love me, so I hated myself more. I hated myself like I thought every other girl/woman would hate me and punished myself for it. 
Bad times.

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