My story

(SPECIAL ADDITION) 8/2/15

HELLO EVERYONE.

THIS IS A SPECIAL EDITION TO THIS STORY.

GRAB A CHAIR. A PARTY HAT. AND SOME CAKE.

YES. IT'S MY FUCKING BIRTHDAY.

just going to reestablish some things.

If you would've told me 6 months ago that I would've lived to see the age of 14, I would've laughed in your face.

But now I've been able to see that I have some of the greatest friends ever, great parents, and a nice support system. Also, I have you guys.

I know I may not be that great of a person, but for the fact that I'm even trying to get better is something.

The day I had forced myself to see my guidance councilor was the day I was going to cut my neck vein. Die in 2 minutes, no way to reverse it. Or overdose on my potassium pills and cause an irreversible heart attack.

I was prepared to die I had so many suicide notes through my head and just bad thoughts.

Now I'm sitting by my best friend, she's sleeping, but she makes me laugh so hard I cry, so hard I can't breath. But it's the best feeling.

I take that feeling over the feeling of a blade any day.

Not to mention @alyssademeter she can be a little shit sometimes, but honestly, I don't think I could've recovered without her. We'd vent to each other like no tomorrow and she'd always tell me how awesome I am. Lol.

Then there's my princess @feelsoverload I've known this motherfucker since kindergarten. I was always weird back then. ((Still weird now too)) I'm honestly surprised we became friends. Now he's my midget and my bæ (in the most ironic way I assure you).

Then there's Chloe she's my doge egod. She is super funny and never ceases to make me laugh, even at school. I also need to thank her for food.

Then Ally my turtle panda. A shy little shit. Honestly our friendship started because I called her a douche canoe (thanks MattG124). She's quiet for the most part. But when she's not she's quite hilarious. Also super talented at guitar and singing.

Then there's Kellie (@scarymscreepy?) she has made me a better person I assure you. She may seem cold and mad for the most part, but she isn't to people she knows. Honestly I was scared as fuck of her when I met her, still am on occasion. But she introduced me to wattpad, tumblr, and some of my other friends too.

Hailey, Hailey, Hailey. I fucking hate you so much. But that's ok. Because we're sisters (not really tbh). Even though all you do is talk about your gf 99.999999% of the time it's ok. You've helped me recover because you don't care, you treat me like a normal human. You and Chloe have witnessed the first time my scared child personality happened and you guys didn't hesitate to help me.

And Andy. Sweetest person ever. Always lets me talk and he has helped me recover tremendously. I hope he can get better too because I would hate a world without him. He doesn't realize how awesome he is half the time and he really should.

I'd like to give a shout out to @SuicideSupportGroup just for existing. It's a great resource and a thank you to Summer for creating it.

I will never be able to repay these people. I know I'm missing some people. But it's 3:54 and I'm tired (I get cinnamon pancakes (smirks at Ally bc allergies) tomorro- this morning and I have to go to a dinner and a baseball game, good for me.)

I'm sorry this isn't anything to do with much. But then again. I may one day be able to put this story, or diary of sorts, on complete. Be done recovering, and be better. But school is starting soon, I'm going to be a freshman in high school, not to mention I'm transitioning. But you know what. Fuck that for now, it's my birthday.

So this concludes another part of my story.

(I feel that because you've stuck with me so long that you should know what I look like. That's me. On my picture on my profile ((selfie game 263666346 miles off point tbh)) so good for you)

((May change it back tomorrow tbh I hate myselffff))

Now. A. Serious. Goodbye.