So I'm not going to post some sob story about a girl going through hard times and wanting to kill herself but then finding out people love her blah, blah, blah. I feel relieved when I write so that's what I did. No, I'm not depressed, I don't have suicidal thoughts anymore, and I don't cut. But I know the feeling about wanting to just leave and wanting to find a way to relieve my pain. So one day I threw away my scissors and I started typing on my keyboard, in the hopes that I might help people.

No you don't have to take my help but just in case.

I have a sense of humor so try not to take me as a fragile piece of glass, I can take anything life throws at me now. And I don't really want to force people to do anything. My story Pieces is here if you want to read it but I'm not going out to promote it. If you want to know my name I'll tell you, it's not some big secret.

I posted my story Pieces on my personal account thinking my friends following me wouldn't read it but instead they went ballistic trying to figure out why happy-go-sometimes-lucky me would write something so depressing. I immediately deleted it because I didn't really want to explain why I wrote it. But if you want to know the real reason I'll tell you.

If you haven't figured, I'm an open book so ask me anything tell me to read your book, I might check it out. Until next time. xx

email: castingmynets@gmail.com

I'll be here, I always will. And right when you think you don't need me
I'm right there to catch you.

- Every time you feel insignificant, just remember, that there's someone out there waiting for you to save them -