So I wasn't always depressed. I was a good kid. Went outside you know the average 10 year old. I had lots of friends and a family that loved me. I had it all good. Then my mom informed me that my dad wanted to meet me. Mind you I never met him before. He left my mom when he found out that she was pregnant. So I didn't really want anything to do with him. But I said yes for the sake of my mother. So about a week later he came to the apartment we were living in at the moment and I met him. When he came in he tried to give me a hug but I stoped him and told him if he wanted to stay he had to be 5 feet away from me. My mom said if was rude but I couldn't have cared less. But he never stayed thay far away from me so I went in the bathroom to 'go potty' so I could get away from him. But all I knew is thay I didn't like this guy, why is he claiming to be my dad, what's gonna happen when I have to go to his house? But only if I knew it was going to get worse from there I would have told my mom...
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-Tristan Grace
•written 12/5/2015
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RandomHey. This is my story about struggling with depression, anxiety and self harm. *✖*WARNING*✖* Some parts may be triggering to those if you who struggle with self harm. All aboard the rollercoaster ride that is my life.
