My Dear Journal

My Dear Journal

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My dear journal I need help. I'm giving up. I'm ready to let go of everything and everyone. I can't take this pain my suffer any longer. I lost all trust, all hope, and all faith. She puts on an act to fool everyone. She cries herself to sleep at night. How can she live like this? Well it's not easy but she manages it. Her name is Kat and she has a journal. Her life is anything but easy. Her parents push her away and despise her. People at school are mean to her. She only has three friends. They are the only ones that know of her journals. They may be the only ones that can help her through her suffer. ____________________________________ Sorry guys I'm horrible at descriptions /).- Hopefully you will give it a chance though :)
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This is a bio about me and what I went through as a child. You see I was abused not just by both parents but my whole family. I know you guys probably heard about all of this before but I want to write this. It will help me forget about my past and let me move on. I was suicidal and I wanted to give up but I didn't. So this is a story of what happened before Ways To Stop Bullying and after it. Journey with me when you see the hell I went through and how I made it out to be the person I am today. To be honest this is something that scares me more than anything in the world by writing this. But I want to and need to. To be warned it will get ugly and it might not look that bad to most people who probably had it worse than me. But this isn't why I'm writing this to get sympathy I'm writing this so I can finally move on and say. I done this I lived through it. I doubt anyone would read this and if they do I doubt many will but I don't care I'm writing this for me and if it helps others? I'm glad so I don't know what else to say so this is all.

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