how i survived suicide;;

me;;

Dear diary,
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that's how far i come. I used to share all my thoughts with my diary. Writing my feelings down used to help me deal with everything that I have been through the past 2 years. It actually all started in 1st grade. But the past years have been the worst. I was in 7th grade when some female class mates thought that it would be so funny to bully the short, introverted and ugly girl that is me. Tears fall down on the page of the diary that the doctor gave to me. Outside it's rainy and grey. The sound of the rain against the window calms me down. I don't want to cry again. I have cried too much in the 17 years I have been living on this planet. But I can't help it. The hospital room is completely white. I am alone, it's cold and I'm crying. I really was getting better, but then I remebered how it all began and it happened again. I didn't mean to cut so deep. I was just so sad and angry and lost. My mom found me in my room, i laid in my own blood. The last thing I remember is the sound of the ambulance. My mom has been here everyday. She didn't know that I want to die. She never cared about me...

To be continued...