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The Misunderstood Kids

The Misunderstood Kids

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These are the kids who grew up too fast in this fucked up world. These are the kids people are always calling "weird" "dramatic" "crazy" But really, what do those people know about these kids? do they know what these kids go through? Depression? Anxiety? Eating disorders? Bullying? Theirs a whole fucking list of things these kids go through. Some of these misunderstood kids are drowning in their own insecurities. Some of them walk around with a fake smile on their face. Not even knowing what the hell a REAL smile is anymore. The truth is, I'm one of these misunderstood kids. ________________________________________________ Ray, he's one of these misunderstood kids. He's a fourteen year old boy who has dealt with depression since he was six. He's a boy who lives with his grandmother, his parents? Decided they didn't want him and left him on the doorstep of his grandmothers house. Truth is, Ray is happy with his grandmother. He wouldn't trade her for anything in the whole wide world. But, there's secrets Ray keeps from his grandmother. Like the fact, He's gay or the fact he gets bullied almost every day. Read more to find out about Ray and all the other Misunderstood kids.
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The average human being spends every second of his day fighting against the force of nature to see another day. But I'm different. I'm not afraid of outside forces to take my life away - only myself. Approximately 10 years ago, something happened to me. Something really bad. But I'm not allowed to talk about it. As a way to release my frustration, I give hell to my body and everyone I come in contact with - especially my parents. No one knows about what happened except the ones who did it...and Him. But he didn't stay. Now, he's back and he's not talking either. I want to stop hurting, I need to stop. Make me stop.

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