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this is gonna be a little bit of a story. okay um feeling deep as fuck. don't wanna be deep as fuck. but then again i do. okay i've been depressed since 3rd grade, hiding in a shell. becoming an outcast and a quiet freak at a young age is hard of course. i was depressed secretly, i began pretending to be happy and people believed me. mum got a boyfriend and he was nice at first, as i grew older and depression wasn't just a phase. he started emotionally abusing me, and pushed me a great amounts of times. i cry a lot, sometimes i'm to weak to cry so i just dry heave. i lay in bed at night wondering... why am i here? does anyone care? is there happiness? one day i stumbled across five boys, named louis harry liam zayn and niall. they became my happiness my escape. i drifted from that sadly and began cutting, my mom found out because my friend told everyone at school because it was 'funny'. um i've always hated my body, my face, everything. i feel like i'm a good person but get treated like shit. i began feeling affection towards woman and it scared me honestly. i though my mom would hate me. i would hide and try and forget that i liked them. i recently became comfortable with my body, and my sexuality. because of one direction. they are my happiness and i'm very thankful.