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Imagine this.
You are born a beautiful human being. Your mother and father teach you everything, from learning how to eat to walking and talking. You are 2 and a half years old and they show you how to be a socialable being. You love to use your voice and talk to everyone, even if your 'talking' is just a bunch of random noises. You always have a cheerful little smile on your face that comes with a little glow. Now you are 4 years old, it's the first day of pre-school. You don't cry when you leave the house, because you want to show your parents you are strong and ready to be brave for the world. You make lots of new friends. Now you're 9 years old. You've been through some 'drama' in the past years, due to your sassy little additude, and you've made plenty of friends. You're waiting eagerly to get into those double digits! You turn 10 years old, your parents throw a hugs party for you, you've never felt so good! You're so old now! You reflect on everything and realize it's about time to become more responsible, after all you are going to middle school/junior high school next year and you realize that you have the whole world ahead of you. Within the blink of an eye, everything changes. Technology, computers, cell phones are introduced. You are 13 years old now, and you have instagram and FaceBook and Twitter. Life is good, you have friends and stuff. Now it's high school, you're 15. You try to get into the least amount of drama as possible, and don't wish to socialize very much. You have a couple close friends, that's all you really need. You've totally forgot about yor parents, and in fact try to push them away when they try to help you. You're old enough, you don't need their help anymore. Suddenly, that picture you posted of yourself gets hate on it. The 'populars' start picking on you. You don't know what to do, you don't want to tell your parents because they'll baby you over it, and you don't want to tell your friends because it's too uncomfortable. It gets worse. The popular boys are starting to harrass you, the popular girls are posting hate on you on websites like ask.fm saying that you're worthless and ugly, and you start to believe what they say. You've never imagined this coming, but you stare at the blade. You pick it up for the first time, and slice it on your skin. It feels good, almost refreshing. You start out cutting only once a month, but then it gets to an addiction of every night. You break down very easily now, you cry yourself to sleep every night, and your friends and parents still don't know. You can't take it, you can't tell anyone but you can't hold it in either. You write how you feel on a note, you stick it on your pillow. You take the blade and you are gone.
What happened to the little cheerful girl from the beginning?
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