When I started high school I was a normal girl, I liked to laugh and make people laugh, I was loud but it wasn’t an obnoxious loud I just spoke my mind. But I started high school in a small town where everyone knew everyone and they didn’t accept outsiders, I was the outsider. I got bullied every day, by second semester I was tired of it. I felt bad for being weak under the pressure, so that made me feel worse. I was always very insecure about my weight but it got worse in ninth grade, I took handfuls of diet pills everyday. I started cutting on my wrist and thighs, but I got caught by my school, I got quiet and I always looked down when I walked. One day I got pencils thrown at me on the bus so I went home and grabbed a few handfuls of pills and carried them to my room. I took a handful to my mouth and almost tipped my hand into my open mouth, but suddenly I got a phone call from my ex. I answered it and spilled my guts, I never took the pills, but to this day they sit in a bag in my room. Then I met a boy, he knew what I went through and he had been down my same path. It wasn’t too long until we had fallen in love with each other, and he made me promise not to hurt myself. This is one of my suicide stories, and I Will Survive.