So first day into summer I tried to be happy I tried to get out go swimming do summer stuff. But every time I would I would not enjoy it. I would rather sit in a dark room just listening to Three Days Grace or Godsmack or Shinedown or My Chemical Romance or Panic at the Disco. I seen a razor for the second time it went through my head again cut yourself cut yourself cut yourself but again I did it I was slowly giving up I wanted to but I did it. Fast and the summer yay I get to go back and hang out with my friends little did I know 9th grade would be my toughest year yet. I did what anyone would any person would to start school I went clothes shopping got my hair done bought makeup got shoes got school supplies got my schedule to my ID picture all the good stuff. First year of high school I thought I could maybe get out of their face that I thought go away Little did I know it was just at the verge of getting worse
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The Begin Of An End
Non-FictionIt's about how I get through depression and how I found out I had depression
