My story

My story

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I hate my life. Is that to much to say? No. It's true. I'm depressed. I have friends and a family who loves me, good grades, a hobby, and a comfortable life. Why would I say I hate my life? There is something wrong with me, right? Mabie, mabie not. Have you ever not wanted to eat so bad that you starve your self or purposely throw up you food every night. Or cut yourself. Or cry your self to sleep. That's me. That. Is. My. Life. I'm 11. I still think unicorns are real, Monsters exist, and fairy tails can come true. I have felt this way ever sense the incident. Fake smiles, fake laughs, fake is my life. Wait I'm getting ahead of myself let's go from the beginning. You see I have to tell, you every thing from the beginning and that will take a while. The beginning of the worst year of my life.
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They say what's in the past keep it in the past but I wanted to know all about my past. It was things that I didn't know and that I wanted and needed to know! But my life turned upside down when my past is exactly what I should have left alone. Now if you ask me how it all began, I don't exactly remember but I know it started when I moved in with my grandma who I haven't met in all my twenty years of living. I have been in and out of foster homes since I can remember, living with families I knew nothing about. Being the outcast and them constantly asking me what's wrong because I simply did not speak. The only thing that kept me sane was my good grades throughout school. I got the satisfaction of doing the one thing that people kept telling me over and over I couldn't do. I stayed to myself and graduated high school with honors, getting a full-ride scholarship to any college of my choice. Of course, by having this accomplishment, it didn't make it any easier for me between my foster families. To them, I became the girl who was better than them. But I didn't care because when I turned twenty I finally got to start making my own choices. This is where I wonder if the first choice I made was the right one. The first choice I made was to go live off-campus with my grandmother during my first semester in college. I ask myself how could I be so stupid? But you will see just how stupid I was. Or was I?

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