My parents found out I cut myself and made me promise to never do it again. But when my boyfriend told me he though we needed a break so he could get his spiritual life set back on track it was too much to handle along with knowing that my biological mom had a diagnosis of depression and that I make it worse. So I had broken my promise to my parents and to my youth director. But what is the worst thing is after I did it nothing got better. I don't know if I am going crazy or not because after I cut myself it didn't bleed. So I just sit here crying listening to the music blaring in my ears hoping my parents can't hear me so I won't have to explain to them that I broke the one promise I had made to them.