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After the burial of my uncle, things at home went from bad to worse, my mum already wasn't taking care of herself, I had to make sure she was taking her medication.
Deep in depression, need a high,. Can't help but sit back and watch the world go by,. Unable to move, unable to speak,. Fingers through my hair, the breath on my neck reeks,.
She's bold, daring. She doesn't really care about what people think about her. She's honest and funny, and definitely not afraid to speak her mind. But because of all this, she is bullied.
Pressure. A word with the power to break someone. Pressure from friends. Pressure from classmates. Pressure from teachers. Pressure from myself. I am not broken yet.
There is no greater feeling than despair. It accompanies every emotion and eats you from the inside out. It's overwhelming, the loss of control, the inability to pull this back from the brink.
I don't know how today is going to go. No work, but not for a good reason. I'm sitting in my parent's lounge in Birmingham, with full anticipation.
Chapter 1 I crept up the stairs to reveal an old room. Seems to be the size of a normal shed. If even that. I walk slowly over to the normal twin size bed. With the normal bedspread and normal pillow.
Sometimes, when times are good, and I feel supremely positive, my life is a bright and breezy day at the beach.
If there's one thing I've learnt in life, it is that sometimes it's okay to be selfish.
I have a little more time now, so I'm gonna write this down. As I said earlier, I explored myself a little today. The first thing you should know is I'm majorly hung up on my last ex.
So. Today I have decided to write a thing. What kind of thing. I hear you ask. And I reply, a very good thing.
From now on in going to write my day to day story :) This morning I woke up from a terrible dream about the author dontest. By the time I was actually ready for school I was starving.
I don't really know when or why it started, my depression. Tried to cheer myself up, smile for a brighter expression, it sometimes works. Sometimes I'm smiling outside, crying in my interior.
All your mates are dead, You got madmen's thoughts whirling round your head, Your boyfriends left you, And you feel like leaving too, But cheer up, rubie.
100 followers after 12 days, I can't believe it is true. Finding my posts through this talented maze And deciding that they somehow touched you.
Sitting in my room, my blanket covering me like shield from the outside world. I sunk deeper into my mind. Every league of my mind filled with joy and happiness.
Why must you do this. I can't cope without you, Any longer. I know it hurts, She unhinged you. Your tearing me apart, And you can't see that. It's killing me.
Hi. I'm 13 years old an this, this is a 100% true story. I'm going to tell you about my journey through this HORRIBLE ED.
All of my thoughts & thinking its all my fault . But all you need is someone who will truely sincere being & having you in their life .
Sometimes I feel like it would be better to not exist, or that the world would be better without me, but it's a fleeting thought.
Out of top 20, pressure gone. (-: To clarify, Being so high up was good but I felt under too much pressure to produce writing worthy of my rank.
Excuse me, I didn't mean to interrupt, I just wanted to say that your soul is corrupt, With words insisting that you aren't any good, That you would be a little better if you simply could; Starve...
My whole being is empty, Nothing within me exists, I miss the life I once had, The life where everything fit.
Does it sadden you to know that you are nothing more than layers of flesh hiding bone. That when the sun goes down you'll be nothing but alone. It does for me.