Ryan says this all the time. Because of the things I say or do. But I'm fine. Usually...
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I'm fourteen years old. My birthday, and also Ryan's, August 8 2000. As you can tell from my pictures I have cold blue eyes and dull blonde hair. I'm 5'7" and clearly overweight. And I have wonderful and amazing friends. jottergirl Justine7482 LuisMendoza876 soujagirl6402 werewolflover12 TheGnawWolf. I'm not actually sure when it started, maybe fifth or sixth grade. But I know who started it. My lovely parents. So there is your basics.
Ryan says I need help. But I said I was fine. He was frustrated at this point. He's in love with me. A sobbing mess. A depressed mess. And he said one of his fears is going to school and finding out I killed myself. But I tell him the same thing, "I'm fine." Even though I'm clearly not. Whenever I start to shake and cry, he doesn't know what to do. He, when I'm next to him, rubs my back and gives me a huggie. But when it's over the Steam thing, he just stays there for me to talk to him. He worries about me all the time, for my mental health. But even though he is great to talk to, he lists facts. Facts I should really listen to, but I don't. Because I don't want him to worry. I'm not important. I'm not broken, just bent. And I can learn to love again.
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The Story of Me.
Non-FictionThank you all for 1K views! I thought I was a boring person, looks like you proved me wrong. This is the story of me. What you'll be reading is my life story. And it's real. It's what I go through, Every. Single. Day. And at times it may be sad and...
