My life isn't perfect. My life is far from perfect. In year 7. Almost the start of year 8. I decided that I don't like living anymore. I tried to commit suicide. I never told anyone this though. I stopped myself from committing suicide at the last second. When I thought back to the faces of the people I cared about I stopped. The whole of year 9 for me was a train wreck of stupid decisions and to be honest, I lost a lot of close friends. I dont like thinking about year 8. One of my favourite subjects is history. However I hated history in year 8. It wasn't because of the teacher. I hated who I say next to. That person tormented me continously. Unknown to my friends. They are one of the reasons I started self harming again after I stopped near the beginning of year 8 since I started back in the middle of year 7. I don't know why exactly. But I enjoyed self harming. And still do because I haven't found a way to stop yet. My friends try to help me. And I guess that are doing a good job since they are the only reason I'm not dead yet. I have bad trust issues. After Hajra stopped being my friend I started to think that everyone was lying to me. And that no one really cares. I haven't been proven wrong yet. In all honesty though. I want to die. I don't want to live. I'm better of dead and I know that. Maybe this summer I'll get the chance to finish off what I started back in year 7. I want to. I'm scared of what people would think of me if I don't die from the attempt at suicide. I hope my friends will learn to forgive me and realise that maybe I'm just not happy enough living. And will learn I am better of dead.
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Randomthis is a completely fictional story and none of the events mentioned actually happened.
