Depression is more than just a word,it's a feeling

Depression is more than just a word,it's a feeling

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It's just a book about all my disorders and issues and hopefully I can help someone with this. I have to pretend, to talk to people. I have to lie to make friends. I have to be fake to be loved. -Julia 2017 You know that boy you pushed over yesterday? He committed suicide last night What about that girl you called fat? She's starving herself And that boy you teased for crying? His mother died that man you stole the little leather pouch off? He was homeless That child you said was retarded for being in a wheelchair? He risked his life to save a 4 year old How about that girl you pushed down the other day? She's already being abused at home He committed suicide a few minutes ago. That girl you called a slut in class today? She's a virgin. The point of this book isn't really to have someone to relate, it's to feel relief that someone is hurting just like you.
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Walking into an empty house is normal to me. I guess I got tired of saying 'I'm home' when nobody is home to reply. It wasn't always like this. I remember when our family was close. Now we don't see each other any more. We don't talk to each other. We don't eat with each other. We don't ACKNOWLEDGE each other. This all happened after my 'Mother' killed herself. My father blames me. This is my story about how I learned to not count on anyone else but myself. I'm broken. I'm used. No one can fix me. But when the New Boy in town tries to fix me, everything will change. Good change or Bad change, I don't know. Only time will tell. I want to enter this story in the #Wattys2015 please help me out and vote and comment on my story. I'll really appreciate it!!! #Wattys2015 COPYRIGHTED © 2014 BY Anallely ALL RIGHTS RESERVED ®

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