When I got home that night I found an old razor and started to cut...1cut.....2cut....3cut....and it just continued. I thought if I died then maybe then the would realize the pain they put me threw. I couldn't sleep with the pain I caused to my arms and the thousands of thoughts going threw my head. My mom gave me a choice that night to be able to move schools and I agreed. I figured with me moving to another school the drama would stop but when I got there a girl I knew in the 7th grade saw me. She said that everything that has been going on with me was all over instagram and she knew all about it. She soon became a messenger that I really wanted to punch.
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Who Am I Anymore?
Short StoryI have been threw alot so far in life and as i look around i see i am not the only one going threw these problems. People ain't what the seem like and sooner or later you will find that out.
