7th grade hell

7th grade hell

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7th grade hell, it's about a boy, Bryson but people called him Bry he was a very playful person with a big heart, had many friends, and was always smiling! He tried his best to always satisfy his loved ones and make sure they were happy. That was the first month, the second was even harder. He struggled!! The work was harder and the bullies began rapidly creeping up. Anxiety and depression slowly faded on in. Friends began to leave and family became distant. He cried himself to sleep everyday, his heart began to crumble and feelings became unknown. He stopped eating and stopped talking. His dad became concerned, but then stopped caring, believing his wife/ the boys evil stepmother when she said what was happening was a faze. He was to scared to let anyone know what was happening, the last thing he wanted was attention. He could hear his demons in hears whisper "Kill your self, kill yourself" so when the day came it was hard, death notes written down , and knife set up he cried and cried but this was the only thing that would make him happy or he believed... until a text message came along that saved him.
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Ages 14+ (lesbian concepts and some profanity) This is not your everyday love story, okay? It's not a chick flick either. The events and themes within my pages have meaning, depth, truth-and most of all, reality. You are about to be taken on an adventure about a girl who's life is not like everybody else's. I look like a normal teen girl, I mean, I have hair and two eyes and two hands and feet like everybody else, but I couldn't feel more different. I have two moms, yes. Let's just get that out there before you start reading and close my diary like everyone in my life has shut me out of theirs. All I want is a normal life with normal friends who don't judge me because of my home situation. I don't even remember the last time I went on a sleepover or called somebody my age. I don't mean to be a downer, because it does get better. Life gets better. Struggles are only temporary, I know that now. And by my last words reach your eyes, I've come a long way, and have grown to see potential in myself. I'm sharing this with you because I want to make a difference. I know now that I'm not the only one in the world that feels alone. I've been there, done that, and there's more loneliness to come, but for now, I feel more prepared for it. I know how it feels to sit by yourself at lunch every day and how it feels to watch others go to prom with dates and feel like shit because you don't think you'd even have any friends to go with. Please ready my diary. I am much older now, and much more wiser, and I can't wait for you to realize the potential in yourself, too.

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