Could it get any worse? My life, that is. Mr. Brender gave us homework- a whole 17 page health assignment about how we feel about ourselves. I am 1 page into it, and let's just say that he will be talking to the councilor about this one. He knows that I am having troubles with my life, but he does nothing to help me, I mean, he is pretty much a licensed councilor. I have been visiting the councilor now that my mom and dad are officially over. I don't feel any remorse for any of the two. It was their choice, and I suppose that j have to support that.
1 week later.....
I hand in my health assignment 1st hour, then I go and hang out with what a normal person would call friends. We talk all about the health project, and how we all did suicide and suicidal awareness. Brianna was there, which was odd. She is not the kind of person who would need to be ashamed of herself, then I think back to myself, I have never seen her without a sweatshirt or some kind of long-sleeved shirt on. Maybe that is why. Maybe I do have a chance with her.
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I'm Stupid
Teen FictionA story about a boy with ADHD who is suicidal, but tries to overcome it with his friends. He learns, that in fact, he can do it. He can overcome his sorrow and shame.
