I use to hate the thought of pain. But is it really that big of a deal? It's a part of life that you have to go through. I'll admit, what Cody did to me felt worse then death. I wanted to end it all more times then I could count. Struggling with PTSD is the worst part. Unable to sleep half the time. My friend concluded that I need to seek help, he saw all my writings about Cody. Technically I guess he only saw half. He didn't see all the notebooks I have filled. I'm sure he's right, I just don't want him to be. Cody drained everything from me, but I learned from it. I turned it into the thing that helped me heal into a better person. I was a monster before. Most people thought I deserved it. People at this school are selfish and half the time they think they are in some badass movie. But I've seen the real world, and I understand why the kids here act the way they do. The real world is scary and it sucks.
When I tell people stories from my past they find it so entertaining and enjoyable because it's new. They've never heard of someone having a wild life like mine. All the drama I've been involved in. How I seem to know everything about everyone. They think it's interesting and maybe even a game. I just listen. People come to me and tell me things I didn't know, people trust me oddly enough. I use to hate that. How people could always talk to me but I couldn't talk to them but I've come to realize that's what I'm good at. Being the teddy bear for everyone else.
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Let My Life Be A Lesson
Non-FictionI know it's not saying much, that I'm only 16 and your first thought, "there's no way this girl can teach me anything". But you wont believe what's behind the curtains... I'm Amber Martinez and this is my story.
