Hi my name is Ivy, and I am one of the many depressed teens out there. I am the type that keeps to themselves a lot. I am 16 years old and I have been smoking cigarettes since I was 11 and weed since I was 12, my boyfriend got me into that shit.. Me and Chaz have been on and off for 5 years, and honestly I love him to death but I cant stand being with him. His constant cheating and lying is getting extremely exhausting, and even though I have been with him to know not to have sex with him without a condom on.. it just happens. I cut my arms, thighs, and sometimes stomach. I have attempted suicide 6 times and counting. My mom is never home and my dad is a raging alcoholic. And to make matters worse I am being sexually and physically abused by my best guy friend...well use you be anyways.
I fell like a waste of space..air, there is no reason for me to be here and I'm not planning on staying much longer. So soon every ones life will change in a positive way, hopefully..
This is my suicide story..
(I will update when I can I'm in the process of writing my first book so I apologize about that. Thanks for reading though :3 comment, rate..!)
