So I went home from school after my first class because I'm sick and I felt like crap. I took, like, a two-hour nap at, like, 2. 

My mom came into my room to wake me up, and the, like, third time she came in I had to shove my arm under my pillow because the sleeves of my shirt had rolled up and my cuts were visible. 

I was so scared that she'd see them because she wasn't leaving my room and I had to get out of bed and roll down my sleeve. 

I managed to do it, but it was so nervewracking.