Life Changing

Life Changing

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Hi I am Faith, A 13 year old that has very bad Anxiety and Depression. Here Is How I Feel! Everyday I cry. I wonder " Will I Ever Be Liked And Have A Best Friend". I know why I am not Liked or have a Best Friend, It is because I am Mean and a Bully to people and my "Friends" Don't like that. I know one day My wishes will come true. I am gonna work my butt off to be a better person. I drown in my tears because I feel Guilt, Shame, Hopeless and Worthless! I hope that I will have A true love of my life and kids! I know that I am gonna Be a Good wife or girlfriend and a good Mom! I just need to keep my head high and be more caring person towards others. I am gonna Empower others and help others feel good about their selves. All I got to do Is give good, caring and kind comments to others that feel down!
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My life has always been terrible. I was always bullied at school. I don't know why, it just seemed that people didn't like my presence. The guys would beat me up and I'd get in trouble when I defended myself, for the teachers never saw what they did. The girls would trick me, making me think they liked me and laughing at me because of it. I was always in the principle's office for one reason or another, but I wasn't a bad student. I actually got really good grades. To make matters worse, my mother wanted nothing to do with me. She'd lock me in the basement, sometimes for days, with no food or warmth. My father would then sneak down and beat me before raping me. So, naturally, I wanted to die. But, for some reason, I can't die. No matter what I do, I can't stay dead. The thing I want more than anything is far out of my reach. Why can't I just die? Warning: mention of rape, suicide, and abuse. Also, this is a boy's love story.

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