There are times I forget and my smile is real and my laugh is honest but then I remember and I start to yell so I don't cry.
I hurt people because of my short temper just like my dad.
I want to be better but I'm to week. If I could die with out hurting anyone I would.
But that's the problem I can't hurt anyone.
I've cut twice. Once I'm not sure why but the second one was so I could hurt everyone because I was angry at the world.
I miss back when the only thing that I cared about was me it was easier back then.
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No I'm Not Ok💔
Non-FictionThis book is full of raw unedited writeings of a 12 year old . this way of writing is on perpose. I hope you learn what's in the head of a depressed 12 year old girl.
