I’m kira, and this is MY story.

I am 16 years old. I am not welcome into my own home. I have always been an outcast my whole life. I’m a freshmen.
I play sousaphone in marching band.
I am on depression, anxiety and scizo meds.
My best friend got in a car wreck and died.
My mom tells me I’m useless, I’m nothing.
I write poems. I’m put down for them.
a total of 10 friends of mine have killed themselves.
I’m too fat to eat…I’m 197 pounds. I don’t eat.
I cut myself a lot. I have tried suicide.
And i have a therapist. She doesnt help.
i am in anger management classes, and they don’t help.
I get bad grades. I gave up on trying I’ll be dead or completely stupid by the time i graduate
I’m a grammer nazi.
I have no friends.
I’m expected to pay rent.
I get rocks thrown at me.
Believe it or not, ghosts follow me.
I played with ghosts all my life.
I see things. I hear voices in my ear telling me to kill people
I hate myself. I hate my face. I hate every single little thing about me. I used to drink. Smoke….all of that stuff. I stabb myself with needles…i love the taste of blood. I love pain.
all my boyfriends I’ve had cheated. Ive sent a few guys to the hospital. I plan out peoples deaths in my head. I cry myself to sleep..
I used to draw…then my mom took everything away.
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