I’m a fourteen year old girl with bipolar genes running through my veins. Since I lost my firt kiss BF a few years agao, I’ve never been truly happy. No guy has patched my heart, and most my friends are depressive to. My bestie, boyfriend and I all cut. I am bisexual too, I have a major crush on two of my best friends, and highschool sucks. I always get a’s, but this year I have c’s and b’s. I cry more often now than ever, I write emo poems and gothic pictures constantly. People always talk about me, in a bad way. They glare at me, ignore me, bully me sometimes too. I believe being dead would be a hell of a lot easier than dealing with life. I have a suicide note, and a plan. I’m gonna throw myself into a car infront of my friend who’s dating my first kiss now after the bus drops us off. I’ve written what it would be like. Yet, when standing by the road, I can’t push myself to actually do it. I wanna die… But I’m a big fat, ugly chicken. Damn me. Damn the world. ¡Yo moro mañana! Xl
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well one i dont know what you look like but i still will say you are not ugly you are beatiful i know that doesnt mean much because i think the same way and i hate the way i look to. and i will also say if you need to talk i am hear if you want i will give you my email address
You’re fourteen, nobody should think of killing themselves until they’re at least 30. Trust me, even in 4 years you’ll change so much you’ll barely remember the person you are now.
I know. Friends tell me I have so much to live for, that I’ve got caring friends andmy family who love me. That I have an artistry talent that should be continued, yet I still feel sad most the time. And other time I’m stuck in mania. Blahh
ok this has nothing to do with this post but to ravenclaw i really like your name (ravenclaw)
I wrote this. I was responding to whatyou guys said