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Death is like a drug to some people experiencing depression. Sometimes we feel at peace when we hurt ourselves. That keeps me asking why. Why does it have to be that way? How do I stop it?  We feel numb and we feel hopeless. We deny what we feel and hide it away. Why is that? Why do we deny our feelings? Why do we pretend to be okay when we know we are not? Why are we in denial?
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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 ®