Sometimes I just want someone to ask if I'm ok doesn't matter who it could be a total stranger but I just want someone...anyone because I don't think I can stand holding in my thoughts for much longer.when I was 7 years old my parents split up they like to act like it was no big deal and yeah they talk but I think they forgot about their seven year old daughter who was going through hell under their noses at age 8 I finally built up the courage of telling my mom she started me with therapy I didn't like one bit of it so I stopped at age 9 I started to have thoughts of what it would feel like if I wasn't alive anymore if I just stopped trying because I was tired, I was tired of not being enough a month later I met a girl I'm not going to say her name but she was amazing she was happy she was brave and she started talking to me like I wasn't some weird girl that had eye bags she was my best friend and she brought me out of the state I was in...until she moved and completely stopped talking to me and my friend Victoria I would ask if we could call each other and she would say she was with her cousin and then my friend Victoria would ask her right after me and she would say she was in the car and me and her would get into arguments and I fell back into my depression and it was worse way worse but I found a boy who would pick me up when I was down and he wasn't a jerk and I knew I could trust him he would always be there for me no matter what even if it was 1 in the morning he would be there 5th grade rolled around and me and him were still best friends we had the same classes and we would always hang out during recess but he was still the 'popular' boy if you could even say someone was popular in 5th grade because no one would judge you they just thought it was normal a girl named Gwen transferred from a school and started to develop feelings for him let's call him fred (his name isn't fred) and I started to like him to do me being the stupid little girl I told her and she decided that she wanted to tell him about my feelings and not care of what would it do to me so she when she told him he stopped talking to be as much but after a while it was normal after the depression and me starting to cut myself 6th grade came...one of the worst years of my life.
