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VB: Under Construction

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Parts 25
Time 3h 17m

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My life is such a living hell. My grades are going down,
I lost a lot of weight this past month, and
I can't stop thinking about what happened! 
During the time it's late and people are sleeping, I go upstairs to the bathroom. I look through the counter and some drawers and find pills. I take some.
I just want to forget about it. I want to forget about everything. The pain, the sorrow,
everything.All Rights Reserved

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Behind every mean girl...there's a tragedy

The average human being spends every second of his day fighting against the force of nature to see another day. But I'm different. I'm not afraid of outside forces to take my life away - only myself. Approximately 10 years ago, something happened to me. Something really bad. But I'm not allowed to talk about it. As a way to release my frustration, I give hell to my body and everyone I come in contact with - especially my parents. No one knows about what happened except the ones who did it...and Him. But he didn't stay. Now, he's back and he's not talking either. I want to stop hurting, I need to stop. Make me stop.