Everything Has Changed

Everything Has Changed

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Tudo parece ser normal em raparigas assim mas não,quando ela agarra na manga do casaco com a mão tem “apenas frio”… Ou quando dizem “eu estou bem” , “não te preocupes,é apenas sono” é porque se passa realmente algo. Mas ninguém, sabe o quão estam a sofrer, não sabem o que é todos os dias estarem na escola e virem ter com vocês e baterem-vos sem razão, apenas porque vocês próprios se acham inuteis e sem razão de vida.A dor que sentem a cortarem-se e serem espancadas mais que uma vez por semana e só quererem morrer, é assim que eu me sinto e o que passo. Sim eu já fui bastante social mas mudei de escola para um colégio que mais parece um colégio para malucos,porque trazia muitos problemas para casa com os rapazes e até com os estudos, e apartir daí deixei de ser uma pessoa feliz e com alma para passar a ser uma pessoa sem sem alma,triste , que se corta e que sofre bullying. É horrivel viver isto! Sou a Andrea e tenho 15 anos e neste momento estou a viver na Irlanda , eu adorava a minha vida, tinha todos os meus amigos sempre comigo e especialmente o Shawn o meu ex-namorado, nós nem chegamos a acabar porque a minha mãe tirou-me tudo, não sei nada dele e sempre que penso nele acabo por chorar porque ele era a pessoa mais especial para mim logo a seguir ao meu irmão Kenny que ficou no Canadá e me deixou vir para este fim do mundo!
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This day wasn't an exception. I cried over and over until I could no longer, I wiped my tears and took the packages in my arms after opening the door. In the house, nothing new. They were still talking, so I had time to drop off the packages, and without even opening one, I headed to the showers, cleaned my face with water, and went to my room. This is roughly how my days as a child went. I know that it cannot be described as an ideal childhood, but it would certainly be the most beautiful period of my life. Despite family conflicts, school conflicts, loneliness, and fear, I was happy. I was happy because they were all there, happy because they always remained, despite my faults, and happy. After all, I knew that I had not yet experienced the worst. Happy because I knew, that sooner or later everything would end. So yes, I was as cowardly and useless as they all claimed and even more naive than they would have believed, but this vision that I had at that age kept me going. Although the truth was hard to accept, I was given no choice. So I accepted life as it came; I accepted myself and my truth, my weaknesses, and the fact that I had to get used to the idea that I would always be the first actor to die in films.

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