I'm seventeen, I'm lucky to be seventeen. Last year I was being bullied and I was told to go kill myself multiple times. I thought if one person thought I was a waste of space then many others provably think the same thing.
I got home and my mom and I got into an argument and I ended up taking a lot of sleeping meds and anti-depressants. At first my mom(when I say mom I mean the one live with) didn't believe that I over dossed. My mom took me to the hospital anyways and I ended up having heartbeat of 170 per minute. Because of how fast my heart was beating, my back hurt. I felt like I was shot. Anyways, I slept for almost 23 hours. Because of the fact that I overdosed, I had to go to the psych unit for a while. I was there for about a week.
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RandomThis story is about a girl who has no idea about her past and is always afraid of the future. It is all true and can be very vulnerable.
