Ever since the day my grandpa died I was depressed, lonely, and had horrible thoughts. Depression was something I got used too. I got used to the feeling of being numb, crying, and feeling useless. I pushed people away or they just started to hate me. I smiled less and got used to the feeling of being hated and lonely. Every time I was in the kitchen alone I would take a knife and try to stab myself or cut. I couldn't do it because my tears would stop me. I would wrap my hands around my neck and strangle myself. I would lose all my oxygen and then my head would start to hurt. I would start to try to cut. Then I would stop because I start thinking about the people who care. At times I'd try to starve myself so I'd eat very little or nothing at all. I can't cry anymore because all of my tears are gone. My parents think I'm ok. They aren't proud of me anymore.
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My Life (true story)
Non-FictionThis story is about my life and what I'm dealing with, why I'm dealing with my problems, the person who caused this, and how I'm trying to help myself. Warning: this is really sad so if you don't want to cry i suggest you don't read it. Warning 2: A...
