my life isn’t that bad. not anymore at least. I was raped by someone very close to me. almost every night in 4th grade. other than that, i dont know whats wrong with me. yeah, i get bullied. but not to my face. maybe that makes it hurt more. i know my family and boyfriend love me. but i cant stop thinking and planning my death. im giving myself a month. a month to see if things ever actually do get better. ive been depressed since sixth grade. cutting used to help, but it doesnt anymore. i dont have any escape from my mind. im […]
