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If you are thinking that that is the end your wrong. It's actually just the beginning. One Saturday while my mom was at work I was doing stuff that I'm not proud of. That was the lowest point in my life. When she was at work I tried to kill myself. I was in the bathroom trying to gain the confidence just to hurt myself. Right when I started to take the pills to over dose my mom walked in. I had already taken ten pills and was drinking alcohol so the pills would go down. When my mom walked in I was laying on the ground thinking and saying out loud. "I want to die!!! I don't feel like I should live any more. My friends are only hanging with me because I do drugs and drink. No one really loves me!" when my mom found me she rushed me to the hospital. After I got my stomach pumped my mom made me go to support groups after all of this happened my mom made me move back to my dad's. I didn't want to but she forced me even after she saw what he was doing to me she didn't care. She said that it would be better because I would be away from all of the drugs and stuff. If I haven't made it clear the reason I started doing drugs and drinking alcohol was because Caleb wasn't talking to me my mom was never home and I was hanging with the wrong crowed.

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