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Thirteen Years

Please Don’t Cry for Me

by ZuicideZero 1/15/2013

written by ZuicideZero

My name is Elora Schrader. I am thirteen years old, and I was hospitalized last March for an overdose of prescription drugs. My parents are druggies and drunks, and I beg for them to notice me, but nobody listens and nobody hears me cry. Because, in the here and now, nobody cares about anyone but themselves.

I have deconstructed a pencil sharpener, removing the blade. it is 10:35 PM. I will not do anything until 11:00. I hope that I will see or hear, something, anything to change my mind. I don’t WANT to do this again, but it is the only solution. Not just to […]

1/15/2013 15 comments

So long, so boring (I mean life and my own story)

by PennyroyalTea 9/8/2012

written by PennyroyalTea

I think I need to beÂ heard. I’m not looking for any help or something likeÂ that; I just need that people shut up and let me talk.
Well, all this start with me when I was a child. My grandfather is a pedophile and he raped my cousin when she was eight. When I knew about it I start thinking about all the time I spend with that man when I was an innocent and weak girl. By the way, I knew about that because my cousin told me, no one else in my family was enoughÂ decent for telling me about it. In my family what […]

9/8/2012 1 comment

Doomed by Genetics.

by Mask 8/3/2012

written by Mask

I have Asperger’s Syndrome. I have every anxiety problem in the book. I have manic-depression. I am tripolar. I’m afraid of everything. I’m a hoarder.

There are so many things wrong with me, It’s hard to keep track of them all. It’s even harder to keep them under control. With each passing day, I feel my lucidity and self-control slipping away. The worst of it is, most of it’s genetic.

When I was little, I used to bully my little brother. I had no idea it was wrong, because that’s all people did to me. Eventually, I felt horrible for it, and I prayed that it would […]

8/3/2012 2 comments

Struggling

by itsxashleey 2/13/2012

written by itsxashleey

i am thirteen years old. I feel so wrong and depressed. I don’t know why. I just do. The only person thats ever truly cared about me has gone away. I have no one. No support. No nothing. I come home from school and cry my eyes out everyday. I don’t like doing this, but I can’t seem to change anything. As hard as I try I just turn out to be miserable at the end of the day. I want to kill myself. I have tried, only once. I was just so sick of being nothing to anyone. I still am. Everyday I fantasize […]

2/13/2012 1 comment