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Summer camp. 15 years old. I was playing True Confessions with my bunkmate in the middle of the night. Everyone else, including my counselor, was asleep. I had told her I was gay. I told her I was gender queer. I had told her I had almost kissed another girl the week before camp. I had even told her about my self harm, which I had never told anyone about. At some point I mentioned that that morning I had woken up feeling really sad for no reason. I certainly wasn't homesick, and I had really wanted to cut that morning, but couldn't. I ended up raking my fingernails across my wrist, but it's not like that did anything, I had bitten them down too short. She told me that she had depression, and what I was telling her about sounded like depression. Oddly enough, I had never considered that.
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