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The diary of a suicide

The diary of a suicide

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Hola, me llamo Iris , tengo 13 años y vivo en la ciudad de Amsterdam y vivo con mi madre, mi padre y mi hermano de 26 años... Soy una chica Tímida, un poco antisocial, soy un poco depresiva, tengo baja autoestima y lo pero de mi es que soy de las chicas que se cortan para sentirse mejor aunque después que sanan esa cortaduras todo vuelve a la normalidad otra vez, y me aburre vivir; la verdad no le veo sentido al vivir, para que nacemos si al final un día envejeceremos y moriremos y quien sabe si habrá vida en el mas aya; la verdad lo único que quiero es morir para no ser mas una granada para las demás personas, aunque no me importan los sentimientos en especial el amor, esa mierda ni siquiera existe o creo que dijo eso porque hasta ahora no eh sentido los síntomas del supuesto amor... Pero bueno mejor empecemos...Espero le guste bye ...
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"Would you not do that, Cupcake?" He moaned. "Cupcake, really? We escalated to pet names?" I said annoyed. "Well you haven't confirmed your name, so yeah." He responded getting up. "Fine if it means you'll stop calling me Cupcake, my name's Marie." I told him. "Good to know Cupcake." He smirked. I just rolled my eyes and turned back towards the classroom. "Hey does it look like I was done talking to you?" "Does it look like I care?" I asked turning back to the classroom. ------------------------------------ People think I am a normal girl. That's not how I would describe it. My dad was a CIA agent, before he died when I was 10. He trained me so, I can take care of my mom and I. I thought I wouldn't have anymore issues. I wouldn't need to live in fear of someone trying to hurt us. But then when I came home from school my mom was gone. The only thing there was a letter. MY MOM WAS KIDNAPPED! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I just moved to a small rich town in Tennessee. I just wanted to finish Junior year and not have to worry about how my dads job could effect me. I never expected to run straight into the schools bad boy. Let's just say he had no idea who he was messing with.

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