I am past my breaking point.
While I'm writing this I have only been in school for a week.
I feel sick to my stomach every morning,
Going to face school,
Going to face a year of routines,
Going to face my responsibilities.
It's gotten really bad.
I used to just not want to exist,
Now I don't want to live,
I want to die so badly.
I have used my red card a more times this week then I have in the past year,
I don't care anymore,
My cheeks aren't dry. Not even in class.
I need to go to the counselor,
I need to see another therapist,
I need to got to the mental health doctor,
I need to talk to the deputy head of school,
I need to talk to my parents.
I want help so badly.
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Lacrimo
Short StoryMy counselor told me to write how I feel when I'm down. Here it is. I know I am not the only one who feels like this. It's my not so pleasant story, I am not making this up for sympathy I am sharing this for understanding. I'm posting this because...
