Every day was the same. Long, boring, and a living hell. Teachers assigned impossible amounts of work to do in little time. My grades we dropping like the apple in New York City on New Year's Eve. Also, the bullying. I couldn't go an hour without someone telling me that I'm a cunt, gay fag, annoying ass bitch, or just plain out ugly. That was not all though. None of that stuff hurt me. In fact, it did not bother me at all. However, every once in a while someone manages to come up with something hurtful. And sometimes... Those days end up being the days I go to bed with more slits on my wrist and tears flowing down my face. What?
Ya I cut. People say some people just do it for attention, and I say that is bull shit. I know cutting is horrible and I agree with the fact that no one should ever do that, but it's like I'm addicted. I did it once and it relieved me of so much pain, but now I can't stop. It's just so wrong, but I can't... I just can't stop.
Everyone hated me. And Charlie? He moved during the winter break. Once he moved I was left with no one. I still feel horrible about something though. We got into several fights over pointless reasons. I blame what was happening to the both of us at home. Listen, I'm sorry but I can't talk about Charlie right now. The topic of him leaving and everything before is sensitive to me. I'll explain everything later... I promise. Just know that him leaving led to even worse depression.
By the time eight grade ended so much had changed from the beginning of the year. I cut more, depression got worse, my grades dropped, problems at home got worse, and I dyed my hair pastel blue. I know, I'm weird. I'm done talking about my past. I don't want to go into detail about events throughout the year. Just know that I hope no one ever had to face what I was suffering then and now.
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Hola! Sorry about another bad chapter I'm trying OKAY. Keep in mind this is my first story and the beginning of this isn't to smooth. Once I can get into better detail about present time it will get better. I hope at least. Anyway I hope you have a good day and stay with me in this story!
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What's my point?
Teen FictionEdith used to be a normal girl. Now she has severe depression. Ever since seventh grade everything has been going wrong. How does she manage with this? Will she make it through this?
