My story

I know, it’s probably strange seeing an 11 year old on here. But my mother recently died. My sister hates me and bullies me all the time. I’ve been depressed since November 2011 but no one ever notices. It may be bad if i cut my self but i have done it. I’ve been trying to stop but its hard. I am getting there though. My sister talks to me like i am crap. She acts like i don’t mean anything. But I do. Ever since my mother died it hasn’t been the same. I miss her. I talk to her. I have been bullied by lots of people. So much that I havn’t wanted to go to school. I even act like I am strong but I used to be. But i have crumbled, I am broken. I go to the beach on Saturday. I hope there I won’t worry about this. I feel like the world is shutting me out, like it’s saying “why are you here? you have no meaning! go away and do us all a favor!” my friends don’t realize if it wasnt for them i wouldnt be able to be here today. I can’t be around sharp objects with out getting dark feelings. I refuse to go to school on September 15 ( my mother’s birthday) and November 2 (the day of her death). The day she died was the worst thing that could ever have happened. My dad picked me up at school which was very strange he told me, “I went by the hospital today” I nodded telling him to continue, he said, “your mother, you know, is very sick, and well, she didn’t make it” at that moment it felt like my world was crashing down right before my eyes. I have to thank a girl named Maddie, who when she found out what happened made me cards and went to all my friends asking what my favorite cupcake flavor was. She ended up finding out i liked red velvet and snuck cupcakes into school, after getting in trouble with multiple teachers for having food in class she gave them to me. I must thank her. I feel like I need to get this out.