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Depression

Sorry, I'm in middle of two things.

1) Depression.

2) Moving.

I'm not depressed from the moving. But, (I have never talked about this with anyone other then myself) my mom, hits me. And, she says mean stuff. And that stuff has made me the person I am.

A weird,

Laughing at nothing,

Girl with low self-confidence and self-esteem.

Here's an example: (If you can't handle depressing stuff, just, skip this chapter)

One time me and mom were in the car, I don't remember what we did to get into the argument but, sorry I feel like I'm about to cry so give me a minute.....

Okay. I'm okay.

Here's the story:

Okay, me and mom were in the car and somehow mom got mad. Long story short, she hit my arm so hard and so many times that it was bruised for months.

are a few things she said to me while beating my arm up:

You're a worthless, idiot, bitch, a person no one wants or loves.

Now, every time I think I can do something, those words ring in my head louder and louder..... Now...... I believe those hurtful things....... I'm sorry, I.....

Sorry. I sound just like my cousin Shelby.
Always apologizing.

Anyway here's how I forget:

1) I put on a bright face

2) I laugh at, seriously nothing

3) I read Wattpad, listen to music on Spotify, and dance to random stuff

4) I listen to my friends' problems and carry them with me, forever, not telling anyone

5) I act like I'm just 'crazy' or 'an Alien shapeshifter'

6) and I NEVER, EVER tell anyone how I really feel/think/see things.

Don't be me.

And remember:

•You're beautiful
•You're loved
•And you're you, don't be afraid to be yourself/show your true emotions 😃😊😃😊😃😊😃😊😃😊😃😊😃😊

None of that seems true, for me.

Someone once told me that, writing things down/talking about stuff makes you feel better. But, when you know people aren't listening/reading. It doesn't work.

CattPounce is my friend and I hope she reads this.