my sixteenth birthday was yesterday and my parents have gone crazy. they thought that if they through a party with heaps of people, presents, and cake, the depression would go away and I would be happier. what they didn't think of was that teenagers are.judge mental and grouped by different things. there's the cool kids and nerds and gossipy girls and then there is the medical/disabled kids. with the cuts on my wrist I would be grouped in with the medical/disabled kids. that makes depression worse and my parents didn't think of that. anyway I now have two years left of my life but I am considering asking the doctor just to kill me.now
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a final breath
Teen FictionMy name is Chloe Benson. I have two more chances left in life. I rejected my chance to find a happy husband and to find a better life. now my only choice is to die or to start chemotherapy to save my life. I can't decide on what to do, my wrist alre...
