You Can't Fix Me
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Ongoing5m
Last published Mon, Aug 7, 2017
Joey, that's what people call me.
I'm just me, nothing special. Just an ordinary girl. Well except for that fact that I'm depressed, but isn't most of the world these days?
Now it's ordinary to turn on the news and see something about a suicide. It's horrible, but normal.
I'm just me. I'm fifteen, in school, depressed, suicidal, anorexic and bulimic.
This is my life, my weird fucked up life.
And I apologize for what you're about to read.
*CONTAINS FOUL LANGUAGE, SELF-HARM, AND SENSITIVE CONTENT. IF YOU DON'T LIKE THESE THINGS OR ARE SENSITIVE PLEASE BE CAREFUL, MAY BE TRIGGERING*
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