I am 17 years old.
My life has been cruel.
My life has been harsh.
My life has bern unforgiving and cold.
I say this not to insert some teenage meladrama into my first post; but to illustrate how I feel about M Y L I F E.
I am not ugly, same have even gone as far to say that I’m beautiful.
I am not unkind or shallow, I strive to be the best everyone thinks I can be.
I am not happy.
I would like to die, I have always wanted to die, I may always want to die.
I am not afraid to die, I just don’t know if I could leave anyone with an ounce of pain I feel
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hi, RynnCP… Life is often cruel and harsh. At 17, you’re pretty close to being able to go in a new direction. High school will end… Maybe college or the working world await. You can choose to go somewhere new… and make some decisions that you’ve been wanting to make. Perhaps the pain will lessen as you move forward. How you feel about your life today may very well be different in the not-too-distant future.