school guidence counselers fucking suck, i had a panic attack in the auditorium and they forced me to go to HER room and she then forcefully grabbed my sweatshirt to show my scars of sh, called my parents and then forced me to spill out my guts to her and wtf and i supposed to do to that! Im in 7th grade, and this woman forcefully dug into my life, becuase (please read this in the most obnoxious voice you got) "YOU don't *pop* have to talk unless your hurting yourSELF or oTHers" and now my dad thinks i am doing it all for attention and im just playing victim when in truth, ive been doing this for a year and noone FOUND OUT like if I was in his words "Parading around my arms and rolling up my sweatshirt sleeves while moping around" i wouldve been sent to a guidence counselor much sooner not saying i wanted to but still, I'M SUCH A FUCKING FAILURE