Today is my last. I am tired of living alone. Unloved. Untouched. Unwanted. I am seriously damaged. I must be. No family. No friends. No one. So I am on my way to my parent’s graves. I shall die there. The only two people that might have cared. Sheila
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Well I think its time to tell people why I cut and why I think I’m depressed. It starts off like all the rest, happy family, with money, love ect.. When I was about four years of age I was working in the farm with my daddy and my sixteen year old cousin, my dad left to get some food for the cattle, I was sitting on a lump of hay. My cousin comes up to me and starts fingering me. It was not a good experience for me and I couldn’t get him to stop. I think he would have gone a lot further […]