Everyday I question myself, wondering if im truly strong enough to get through this thing called life Alone. Am I Mad? Am I a phycopath? What the hell is wrong with me? I ask myself questions along the lines of these most every night. I cry for hours, sometimes I punch stuff and bruise my knuckles. But, it's kind of hard to punch stuff while wearing a back brace. My parents say when I get my back brace off, Im going to go to Alliance for a week, they said they'd take me out after that so I could start physical thearpy, and they are going to make me talk to a therapist. That's just fine and dandy. Im guessing you detected my sarcasm there, if you didn't well, it was complete sarcasm. I feel like my life is like this shitty movie on HBO replaying over and over again. I feel trapped, and like I've been lately, depressed. Very, very Depressed.
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Suicide, She Wrote
Roman pour AdolescentsHave you ever wanted to disappear, like completly? Well 16 Year Old Sophia knows all about that. With a suicide attempt gone wrong, she learns what its like to truly be alone. Will she leave it at attempted suicide or will she decide to change attem...