I have a lot of emotional issues, I guess, I've had depression for 6 years. My wrists, thighs and stomach were covered in scars and cuts, I had gotten close to suicide a few times, but I haven't cut or hurt myself since I got the news, I'm dying anyway no point in doing it myself, I would say to myself. I threw out my blade and covered my scars. Cutting was my way of hiding the pain, it caused physical pain that for a moment erased the emotional pain. When I felt depressed I cut, it was my way of coping. But there is no way of coping with cancer, you just have to wait and die. So that is what I was doing. I tried not to think of the fact that I had cancer, other than the odd doctors visit, it wasn't well prominent. I was depressed. I am depressed. I will always be depressed. I think my conversation with Vicki caused some shit. Scott and Vicki had broken up, Scott was moving away, he was going to come and say goodbye before he left tomorrow morning, I still couldn't believe he was leaving, I have many secrets you still don't know about..
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My time is almost up
AcakA young girl, shy, hides behind everyone else and never says want she want to, until she gets the news and decides to change her life... or at least what's left of it.
