Hello again! So today was my first day at school with the tutor of the recuperation exam, it was HELL, but its over now, i arrived home and ate, it was not that bad. I went to my grandma's room (shes not living with us, she is living with my aunt) to sleep, or at least that was the purpose. But stupid overthinking got over me and I fell again in depression, thats not good at all! I looked for a pencil sharpener, an unscrewer, and unscrewed the blade, i held it in my skin for a minute at least, now you can guess what happened... My arm hurts a bit, but when I did it, I didn't feel regret, I felt relieved. I saw the blood coming out, and didn't do anything.
I'm not brave enough to push the blade too hard, its only superficial. They erase in a month or two.
I broke my promise... I'm sorry.
My promise was that I wouldn't kill butterflies again, but today I broke it... I'm so sorry to the ones that I promised...
I wanted to die, but I went into omegle, and talked to one person, his name is Rommel. He helped me, he didn't even know me and he helped me, it was like a miracle! I talked with him for a long time, we are almost the same. He is going to live in Sinaloa with his grandparents, and I'm going to live in Ixtapa with my dad. He likes rap, I like rap, we're almost the same. It is a miracle. He saved me! I amost cut too deep, but talking tohim saved me. He made me believe that I was worth it, and all, he accepts me for who I am, and I like that. I know I don't know him, but I can talk to him... That's something. I guess. Well I' going to sleep now, I will make the next chapter longer, I promise
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Broken But Not Broken (COMPLETE)
Non-FictionOk, so everything that you read actually happened, so if you want to keep reading its your choice, WARNING: Sometimes I feel that my depression doesn't make sense, please, if you relate to this story, or you start feeling worse STOP READING! UPDA...
