This is Where My Story.. Ends

This is Where My Story.. Ends

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Ally was your everyday teenager... Wait. Who am I kidding. She was the opposite of that. She had so much shit in her life. She has no friends. Fighting parent's. She also doesn't talk.. She is Broken. She was, is, and will always be just another broken teenager. Who no one cares about. Or ever has. The only thing she is close to is her. NotePad. She writes all of her emotions, and hatred in it. She wanted nothing to do with anyone Until she decided to share her story.. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ This story contains, suicidal thoughts, action, and behaviors. It is also my first story.. so please no hate.. if this reminds you of someone else's story it is sheer coincidence. I have had this idea for a while and was scared to post it. So please just tell me what you think..
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This is a bio about me and what I went through as a child. You see I was abused not just by both parents but my whole family. I know you guys probably heard about all of this before but I want to write this. It will help me forget about my past and let me move on. I was suicidal and I wanted to give up but I didn't. So this is a story of what happened before Ways To Stop Bullying and after it. Journey with me when you see the hell I went through and how I made it out to be the person I am today. To be honest this is something that scares me more than anything in the world by writing this. But I want to and need to. To be warned it will get ugly and it might not look that bad to most people who probably had it worse than me. But this isn't why I'm writing this to get sympathy I'm writing this so I can finally move on and say. I done this I lived through it. I doubt anyone would read this and if they do I doubt many will but I don't care I'm writing this for me and if it helps others? I'm glad so I don't know what else to say so this is all.

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