Chapter 3:

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When I got home later that day I was already crying. When I walked in the door my dog greeted me. Nobody was home because both my parents worked and they didn't come home till 6:30. I lyed down on the couch and began to cry. I hated my life so much. But nobody understood what I was going through. I sometimes cut myself when I was really depressed. But I never told my parents or anybody. So I got up and grabbed a blade from the bathroom and sliced my wrist. I let the blood flow into the toilet. I began to cry really hard. It's like my life was a joke. I got bullied every day. For the same damn thing. It was always about how I walk. Always. It's like I was invisible. It was clear that nobody cared about me.

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