Dear reader,
welcome to my messed up mind i feel i should warn you; be careful you dont get lost in my thoughts they my just kill you like they have me. My mind is like a poison, full of dark thoughts and bright colors. I like to color and play hide and seek but I'm sixteen and need to grow up i suppose. My world was so beautiful and bright but then everything went grew. I didn't know what to do i felt so invisible so i turned to my friends. Some understood some didn't but no one knew how to help me. I just wanted to feel important to not be ignored to find where i belonged but that didn't happen. My super hero fantasy of a fairytale ending never showed up to save me. So i was left with nothing and no one and yet i kept smiling despite how i felt. I knew i had to pretend to be happy for everyone who cared about me. This made things worse for me though but i didn't mind because I was just me after all i didn't matter. I looked at the world and all i saw was hopeless depression and i knew i was unwanted and unloved so why no kill myself. I never did anything to deserve this but i just wanted something to be about me. I thought my death would be focused on me but it wasnt. Yes i wanted attention i needed someone to see me and know i wasn't okay and to say that it was okay not to be okay but no one did. My feelings are so strong i feel things so intensely and i dont know how to express them. I think there is something wrong with me to be honest its just all so messed up. Everything changed so fast i couldn't keep up. I needed a constant to keep me alive. I was slowly drowning in my own insecurities but no one noticed. I wanted and needed someone to help me put the pieces of my heart together to hold me when i cried to protect me from myself to put the color back into my world. No one would be that for me. It wasn't their fault they didn't care. I honestly wouldn't care about me either. I knew it was wrong and selfish and I was not stupid i knew it would hurt people but I was done caring. I was just done with it all period. So i killed myself and ended my pain and life went on just the same.

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Non-FictionI really just wanted to talk and try to sort out the things that rush through my mind. This is me trying something new to un jumble my fudgy brain. Its better then the cutting right? Ya i mean it has to be better but I'm not sure its as productive...