So school started this week. I was happy, I thought things would be different. I was wrong. There's kids that hate me for no reason, and pick on me for how I dress and the fact that I'm different. I hate most of my classes and teachers, and no one in the whole damn school seems to care that I'm suicidally depressed. My dad hasn't been home in three weeks, two of my grandparents just freaking died, my friends are all ignoring me, like there's nothing going wrong, my boyfriend whom I'm in love with, won't take me back, I'm tired all the time, my medicine is making me worse, the only solution my counseler can come up with is putting me in a goddamn foster home! Like I can magically erase my problems with a two-day vacation. But the sad part is, I'd rather go to a foster home than spend one more day at that miserable school. Why does nothing ever go right for me? What did I do to the freaking universe? I can't be all that bad to deserve all this, can I? Somebody shoot me.
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i wont ever shoot you. you haven't done anything bad or wrong.
your strong, just hold on ok? if u want you can text me at 334-830-5007. ill do my best to help however i can. *hugs you and pats ur back* its gonna be ok, little one. i promise. -
just stay strong lovely.
im here to talk to if you need me.
*huggles* you know im here for you. anytime.
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