Suicidal
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"Don't you think you've done enough damage?" "...I was young and stupid." *** (2ND EDITION ON MY PROFILE...ADD TO GRT NOTIFIED WHEN I START IT) Suicide is known as a 'self- destroyer'. When someone thinks about killing themselves, they are titled as Suicidal. Alongside Suicide, Depression is a mental illness that almost always leads people to suicidal thoughts. Sometimes it will be a lonely Old Man/Woman. Sometimes it will be a little boy/Girl who has just became a teenager, but doesn't feel she is needed. Sometimes it will be a middle aged Man/Woman who seems to have her entire life together, when really they are torn into pieces. • And sometimes, like this time, it is a high school student who doesn't think she has any other path to choose, but suicide. *If anyone ever feels as if they have no other choice please get in contact with a suicide hotline [ 1-800-273-8255] *This story will contain self harm, and a little bit of language*
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TW: this story contains suicide, sh, sexual assault and abuse- please do not read if you are not okay with those! She felt like she was always alone, like she had no one. And she almost did. Her life was like a shit show, her mum was a crack head and was in a mental institution. Her dad- after finding out about her brother- was hardly ever there, and when he was, he was drunk. She lived her life on her own, doing her own shopping, her own cooking and had her own job. He had a lot of friends. But he still felt alone, they never really understood him, or his life. They were friends at least, but he would never call them close. He lived with his mother after his dad left him as a child. They had a big house- his mum worked as an assistant and was very highly paid. His mum did most of what he needed, but they didn't see each other much- she was too busy wrapped up in her job. He saw her everyday, walking down the school corridor, with her head down. His friends laughed at her and so he laughed too. Only to hide how he really felt. He loved her. And he didn't know how. But will it be too late when he finally decides to tell her? Please do not use this story for anything. You can not take credit for this, I have written it with my own ideas. Screen recording or copying is not permitted. Thank you

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