I'm a simple girl, I am into makeup, hair, nails, clothes, shoes and boys.
The things the average 13 year old girl likes.
Except I'm not the average 13 year old, I am being slowly tortured and killed everyday...by depression.
My life is seemingly normal, I have friends, a family and a boyfriend. To outsiders I seem happy. But they have no idea what I'm going through.
People always say "others have it worse, don't complain" and I'm not saying my life is worse than EVERYONES , but no one can say that I have it "easy".
You will understand by the last chapter...
I used to be a people person, I used to be social with all my classmates. I was shy with knew people and sometimes still am. But that's changed...now I only talk to my closest friends and my family if I have to. I have become rather good at hiding my pain, it's a talent of which I am still contemplating it's worth. Sometimes it is helpful, other times inside I am screaming for help but I seem fine, without even trying.
It's crazy.
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Non-FictionIt's a story about a young girls life, the pain, suffering and utter depression spiral she faces and how she copes and covers it up that no one around her realizes that she's dying from the inside out. [Based on a real life story]
