SADNESS

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It's been four years since all started, tomorrow i start high school.

I've been bullied since the first day i arrived to this awful village, at first they just stole my food and forced me to do their ho.ework, and one day of my second year here the physical and mental aggresiond arrived.

They alsi took advance that they discivered that i'm aracnophobic to scare me putting spiders on my hair or inside my bag.

In other words my life here is awful and i hate it.

Why did my father had to find that stupid job here?

Why did we had that accident?

Why did they had to die?

Would be my life differebt if they had never died?

There are too many questions without an answear and a lot of pain.

Since my third year here i started to cut myself, it's the only way to realease all my pain, anywayd nobody cares about me, i just want ro scaoe from all this, let the pain and the sadness get out of me, and the only way i finded ri do it is cutting myseld, i don't care about the scars that it left on my arms

The first dy of high school has arrived, everytjing is like in school, notging has changed, well, nothing except Robbin, he has changed, he has become stronger and taller than he already wasday,

Everything is the same as i said before, getting bullied by Robbin and my classmates, it isn't the first time i think about suicide but i always tell myself the same "nothing is so sirious to en with your own life" maybe i say that because i don't have enough courage to en with my life.

So here i am, getting more and more hurted and with more cuts on my arms, i want to stop cutting myself, make Robbin and the others but it's imposible.

When i see Robbin, i say to myself that he won't make me sufer anymore, that i'm gonna fight him but then the same thing happens, he beats me up and i end up crying on the floor.

With the thing of cutting myself happens te same, i want to stop but i feel that if i stop i will store more pain and i end up with a razor in my hand and my arms bleeding.

I don't know what to do with my life anymore, i don't even remember what life was like without pain, without insults, with someone who cared about me, i would give anything to go back in time and never come here or to wake up one day and find oit that this was just a nightmare, but i know that it's imoosiblr, this is real life and i have to live with this

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