part 9: Grey

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Grey is my sad one. He tells me when people don't like me or when I say something stupid, or act stupid. He is my depressed side. I call him grey because grey is a dark, and depressing color.

People don't understand me. They think I am a hypocrite when I say my head hurts. Heck, he doesn't care if I have a headache, he tells me all kinds of stuff. Horrible depressing things.

In my past, I was always bullied. I had been called names badly, and they were horrible names. I have always been depressed ever since 4th grade. It was bad. I started to self harm later on. Grey never helped me out. He just told me the same things they told me. But now, in the present, I've been happier, more like my old self. And he hasn't been As active as the others. Which, I'm still depressed, but not as much as I was before.

Wanna know what sucks? Having stress and anxiety and depression. I can help but wonder when I'm going to die or how, or when a big crowd will come in my house. I'm not a party girl because of me not liking crowds or people touching me.

So I explained that why I don't like parties, now I'm gonna explain why I don't want to go to prom.  So the person I liked,  her name was tailor.  Me and her were best friends till I supposedly "forced" her to try Meth.  It hurt me and we aren't bffs anymore.  Me and my Bff Sarah are really close.  anyway,  grey hurts me emotionally.  It really sucks.
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TO BE CONTINUED!!

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