At last I was left to live, set free. I was ecstatic. Nobody could put me down now. For the last two years, three months, and twenty six days I've been in a Hospital For The Mentally Insane. Why was I in a Mental Institute for so long.? I was suicidal, depressed, had terrible anger issues, I was bipolar, and on top of that I was anorexic. So I'm sure you're thinking 'wow this chick-whatever her name is- is really messed up.' well you know what I say about those irritating little Judgmental comments.? Fuck. You. Thats what I say. I will admit that was one of the worst times in my life, it was dark and depressing. Yet that gives you Judgmental dumb asses no right to say any of that. You don't know what goes through my mind or anybody else's mind that is suicidal or depressed. Depression leads to suicide sometimes. Did you know that.? Do you know what I think about Judgmental people.? I can't stand them. People like that led me to my depression state in my life. So I have a shout out for a few people later on in this story--- don't worry. I'll tell you who they are. This is only the opening act.
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Lexxii's Story .
RomanceLexxii's Story is about a girl who tells her story about how she got into & out of a Mental Institute ..
