It's The Summer Of 2014 And Imagine Youre Sitting On Your Bed Listening To Depressing Music & Playing MovieStarPlanet & Cutting Yourself. (Just For Fun) Yeah Well That Was Me. All Of A Sudden This Boy's Status Popped Up And It Said "I Need A Fourthie " So I Asked Him What A Fourthie Was.. Then I Remembered So I Took My Question, I Remember Saying "I Would Be Your Fourthie But I Kind Of Like You" So We Got To Talking & Eventually Later That Day We Got Together. Just On The Game We Didnt Know Each Other In Real Life. 6/12/15... That Was The Day.. And That Boy? Well He's Troy. (: My Boyfriend Right Now But Thats In A Few Chapters. I Remember Loving Him So Much. I Also Remember Cutting Every Day & Telling Him & He Would Listen.. He'd Tell Me To Stop But He Knew I Wouldn't. Some How He Was Actually The Other Half Of Me... Okay So Fast Forward A Little Over A Month. Its July 18th & Im Heading To Indiana Beach For Jamie's Birthday Party. Me & Jamie & Savannah Are In The Car & Were Laughing Having A Good Time But Im Also Turned Around Cutting. They Noticed Because I Turned Back Around & I Forgot My Sweatshirt At Jamie's House. They Started Crying And Asking Me How Long Ive Been Doing This. I Ignored. I Asked Them To Forget They Saw Anytging. So We Had A Good Day. We Went On A Lot Of Rides, And I Screamed A LOT. XD After A Long Day At Indiana Beach We Went Home & Our Friend Mayah Came. So We Had A Normal Sleepover. S'Mores & Talking About Boys. I Told Them I Would Be Back & I Ran To The Kitchen To Cut Some More. Mayah Came Out & Found Me Cutting. So The Girls Cried & The Next Morning After I Left They Told Jamie's Mom. Ive Never Been So Embarrassed In My Life.. I Trusted Them Not To Tell Her. After That Me & Jamie & Savannah Weren't Friends. Me & Mayah How Ever Still Talk A Bit. The Rest Of That Summer I Only Ate Once A Day & It Was Only A Apple. I Hated Myself. I Hated My Image I Wanted To Die... My Best Friend Was Gone & Nobody Loved Me. I Tried & Tried So Hard To Die But My Blades Became Dull & My Parents Made Me Eat. I Hated It. I Hated Them For Not Letting Me Die.
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No FicciónThis Is My Depression Story... Sadly There's No Inspirational Ending, There's No Happiness, Just Depression. I Don't Expect You To Read This Or Even Care.. But Im Writing It. This Isn't Fake Or Attention Seeking. Just A True Story About A Lost Girl.