My story
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Last published Mon, Feb 23, 2015
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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