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Ongoing, First published Nov 11, 2013
How many times have you had people tell you "SPEAK UP FOR YOURSELF!" or "SPEAK UP FOR WHAT YOU BELIEVE IN?!" I'm sure you've heard that plenty of times. Doesn't it drive you nuts?! Cause it does to me. I hate it because whenever I do try to speak up my eyes get watery and a big lump of feeling gets stuck in my throat. I guess what I really hate isn't the statement, but the fact that I CAN'T speak up for myself. And even though I say I do a pretty good job of defending myself, deep down I know the real me isn't. The real me- the one who hides to not get hurt- isn't the one speaking up. So now, I'm giving her a chance. A chance to let everyone know what SHE really thinks, and that she doesn't care what YOU think about it. 
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I like inflicting pain. Not on others but on myself. Some people would call me depressed but I'm not. If anything the pain makes me happy. I started "self harming" at the mere age of nine. Or at least, that's what she called it. My therapist, I mean. She ended up giving me a life time supply of antidepressants and some shitty advice. I'm now eighteen, rotting in jail, and awaiting my death sentence. This is my story and if I'm quite honest, you don't want to hear it. +++ awards: ➵ Winner, Short Story Category, "Summer Book Awards" @Capybara100 ➵ Overall Winner, "Summer Book Awards" @Capybara100 status: ➵ started - 19/08/17 ➵ finished- 07/11/18 note: ➵ Please don't copy me. I don't appreciate it and will block you and report you. No writer likes to be copied and neither do readers. Readers want something which is unique and original.