I'm So Sorry For Everything...
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Guys I'm sorry I've been unable to update so many of my stories. I've been trying so hard not to succumb to depression but the fight in me is giving up. I've lost jobs and I'm unable to help my Mom and Dad with their medical bills, I've been in and out of college until they suspended me and said "It's for the best", I'm unable to keep up with therapy but the last thing they told me is, I'm suffering from PTSD, I have severe depression and need to see a psychiatrist to get put on antidepressants, and I'm having too many ''mental'' and ''emotional'' breakdowns in one day. Writing was my passion and my escape. The writing I have in my book now compared to what I have on this site is a load of shit! AND I HATE IT! I'm really really really trying not to kill myself but I want to leave this letter here and hopefully my ''family'' and I use that term loosely will have enough sense to look here and see my letter of how hard I tried but never got appreciated for anything!!!!!
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