If My Life Depended On It

If My Life Depended On It

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I guess I feel like I've never really fit in. My life has been one traumatic event to the next. A whirlwind of confusion and sadness. For years I've drowned myself in tittle waves of anti depressants. Despite everyone's positive words and encouraging pushes back to happiness, I'm stuck in this hole. Maybe if I actually wanted to get out I would, but my heart is tied here. But that all changed when someone like him held my hand, and told me that this wasn't the right choice. The minute he grabbed my hand was the moment I learned what it meant to live. But after all these years of hearing the same words, why was it when the words came out of his mouth, I tried a little harder to smile. And to live. Everyone knows that life takes courage to take every step of the way. But the difference is, he knows that you can't take a step, it you can't even stand. --- This book contains mature language and considerable content. Read at your own risk. Please enjoy the story!
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Ages 14+ (lesbian concepts and some profanity) This is not your everyday love story, okay? It's not a chick flick either. The events and themes within my pages have meaning, depth, truth-and most of all, reality. You are about to be taken on an adventure about a girl who's life is not like everybody else's. I look like a normal teen girl, I mean, I have hair and two eyes and two hands and feet like everybody else, but I couldn't feel more different. I have two moms, yes. Let's just get that out there before you start reading and close my diary like everyone in my life has shut me out of theirs. All I want is a normal life with normal friends who don't judge me because of my home situation. I don't even remember the last time I went on a sleepover or called somebody my age. I don't mean to be a downer, because it does get better. Life gets better. Struggles are only temporary, I know that now. And by my last words reach your eyes, I've come a long way, and have grown to see potential in myself. I'm sharing this with you because I want to make a difference. I know now that I'm not the only one in the world that feels alone. I've been there, done that, and there's more loneliness to come, but for now, I feel more prepared for it. I know how it feels to sit by yourself at lunch every day and how it feels to watch others go to prom with dates and feel like shit because you don't think you'd even have any friends to go with. Please ready my diary. I am much older now, and much more wiser, and I can't wait for you to realize the potential in yourself, too.

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