★One Year Later★
Jazz and I live in an apartment with two dogs. Dude and my own doggie Princess.
I get less hate at school now ever since the day I hung myself. The day Jazz saved my life.
I sill cut myself and still I've in depression but that's ok because I'm getting better.
I have new mates on an app called Wattpad and they are really helping me. I hope they know what an impact they have in my life.
I met Lexi, my first follower. She is fifteen or sixteen I believe, she's a tomboy just like me. Her and her best Katy (the girly one) have excepted me. We talk everyday when we can, about random things. They accept who I am and I appreciate it so much.
I have let them meet some of my mates and they let me meet theirs. Those two girls helped me even accept myself, too. They helped me convince myself to try make up, because change isn't always a bad thing. They helped me hold my head up higher.
Lexi and Katy are my new best mates and I can't believe it, but they treat me like I am someone.
Jazz has changed my life forever. Lexi and Katy change it in a different way. Jazz kisses my scars and cuts every night and tells me I'm beautiful at random moments then kiss me when he feels like it. At moments like those, I'm happy I'm not dead.
I feel truly accepted into the world, and everything around it
Sometimes I just sit in a corner and cry. Cry my heart out because I couldn't be happier no matter what. Things go down hill at some points but now I have people I know I can trust to talk to.
I finally feel wanted. I feel needed. I feel loved. And I wouldn't change a thing about myself. Because now I know I'm beautiful, I know I'm worth it, I know I can do things I couldn't do before.
I love myself. And that's something I have never done before. But it all just started with person. One person to save me and change my dark ways.
I am finally me.
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Picking Daisies (Book #1, Emily's story)
Non-FictionWhy I wasn't important. Why I wasn't worth it. Why I was invisible. Why I gave up. Why I hate myself. Why I am alone. Why I got rope. Why I got a chair.