You wanna know something?
At the age of 12 I became depressed and started to physically hurt myself. 12, what stage of a 12 year old should have thoughts like that go through their head? Never is the answer. Someone so young should not be getting judged, they shouldn't be getting bullied or anything. It's not right but then its society's fault. It sucks everything you believe from you, your happiness, your will to be alive, everything. Gone. Forever basically.
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Shit started to happen for me when I was just sitting alone, in a normal geography lesson when all of a sudden some boy stood up and shouted towards me 'you're an emo, go slit your wrists' like okay thanks for that ain't you nice. I realise that it isn't right at this age (16) but back then I thought it was fine and thought nothing about it until it continued, every day, every lesson, every break time, every lunch time.
School life got harder and harder for me. By the end of year 7, I tried to kill myself, for the first time because nobody cared, nobody listened. Nobody would ever care about a messed up 12 year old.
Unfortunately it didn't work, I was still alive, I was still breathing. Why? I wanted to die so bad. They had to save me, I hate them so so much. I don't regret anything I had done that night.
The response I got from my mother and father that day was 'you're such an idiotic kid, you have friends who listen to you and care for you. Bloody hell Alexandra.
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So I didn't wanna use my real name.
I saw Neck Deep, Cute is What We Aim For, iPrevail, With Confidence, Homebound, We The Kings live on Saturday, I was so fricking happy omfl
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I am so sorry.
Teen Fiction❌TRIGGER WARNING❌ Do we actually get through this shit? Do we become a better person? Do we overcome our thoughts? Can we? Is that a thing anymore?