Rebirthed

Rebirthed

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I struggled with depression for years. When your unhappy, you get lost, mentally and physically. You would rather stay in bed than deal with people. You would rather go to bed hungry in fear of running into a family member in the kitchen. You would go to school the next day and not talk to a single person and not pay attention to a single thing because you wanna go home to sit alone in the dark. Go take that history test you were going to stay home for, it's A step for you to climb to success. Stay hydrated and drink water and eat a good breakfast. Go for a drive to the beach to calm your mind and set your mind on the beautiful view. Talk to people because, when you sit alone, what is that accomplishing. Make friends that will help you get through the day and laugh! I will be writing about the struggles, and how I had to journey out of sadness. It's not beautiful, it's a tough journey with many obstacles. It's not a crime to be sad, everyone get down every now and than. I still get sad times to this day, sometimes I feel like falling into old habits. If I can fight so can you, I will write this book hoping to stop sadness. My old books are full of my old poetry which is sad so please do not read them. Every one of you are worth it, nobody is a waste of air or space and have a reason to be here. Smile ❤️❤️
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"She's right! She's right! I don't cut in the right spot." My hold tightens on my wrist. The red blood oozes out of my wrist. I slide up and grab my bag and run out of the bathroom. I don't care if people can see the blood I just want to get out. I race for the doors and shove through people. I earn a lot of glares and glances that read "weirdo." I ignore and push. I run to my house and lock myself in my bathroom. I don't bother closing the front door cause I don't care if people come in to kill me. I grab my razor and cut deep cuts into my arm and wrists falling into a pool of my own blood. • • • Evangeline has a great life. Friends? Check! Good grades? Check! Loving family? Check! But what if she has secrets that nobody knows of? What if the only thing she can trust is her secret diary? What if slowly but surly she's dying inside? How can an innocent twelve year old deal with these problems? Will she keep on facing these problem till the day she breaks. Her school burns down forcing her into a different school to meet different people and she has to fit into a different lifestyle as well. Meet Evangeline. Now at 17 years of age in a new high school. Not all girls anymore. No uniform. Meet Drake. Your classic bad-boy. He just moved to Saint Abigail high school. He is assigned partners with the quiet, calm, unnoticed Evangeline. As time progresses he finds that she isn't as happy on the inside as she is on the outside. Can he save her? Or is it too late? • • • Some rude language. Depression and cutting. Don't say I didn't warn you. Okay, I wrote this at the start of this year (may 2016) and I had very poor writing skills. This book hasn't been edited and the whole idea is cliche so I wouldn't recommend you read it but I'm not stopping you, either. Read at your own risk. • • • Copyright © 2017 by -moonlust. All rights reserved.

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