I NEED TO GET THIS OFF MY CHEST AND I
would
appreciate it a lot if you would read this [x] [x] [x]
It started in 6th grade, I had just moved to Iowa from
North Carolina, where everyone was friends in my
school. I had moved before, but I wasn't expecting
the best, so that I wouldn't be as negative. I vividly
remember the day when I walked those halls the
first day, people snickering, pointing, and throwing
out words that eventually started me cutting. Ater
two years of torture, I forced my mother to make me
change schools, to only find out, that the difference
changing schools made, was very small. I have now
come to a conclusion that I wasn't worth life, and I
overdosed, and attempted suicide. This was about
a yaer ago.