My story.

Okay well, I guess were supposed to vent and tell our story here. It all started in 6th grade. I had no friends in 6th grade. I thought everyone hated me. I would go home and cry because of how bad the school day was. I would have to wake up then go to school where i thought everyone can give two shits about me. But at least i got through it. Then 7th grade came, i thought everything started to get better. Well, turns out i didn’t. I started to change. I became more depressed, had anxiety, and became so stressed out i couldn’t take it. I’m surprised i even made it through that year. This year has been one hell of a year. I thought i changed in 7th grade, whoa. No. I changed big time this year. I would of never saw myself where i am now a year ago. I cut, I’ve overdosed, and often thought about suicide. But you could never guess because I’m loud, I always have a smile on my face, I’m funny. And people don’t often catch that. So there is this boy. He was my best friend for about 2 years. I started to like him 5 years ago. I told him everything. I thought he cared. But turns out, he didn’t know what to say when he asked me “Are you okay?” and i said “no.” because no one ever does. We’re not friends anymore because i made the decision to tell him how i feel and to hear that he thought we could just go back to being best friends, so i told him no. I cried myself to sleep for 3 days straight. I know why he doesn’t like me, it’s because I’m not pretty enough, smart enough, or skinny enough. And the best part is i have to go to high school with him for 4 years. I’m lost and insecure and no one understands what i am going through. no one.