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Willow's Life

This is just things that I wrote when I was sad, if connecting to these please find help. This is my story. All names will be kept secret, or most of them(just in case I miss some) for privacy reasons.

Willow_Woods_4435 · Adolescente
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44 Chs

Date: Wednesday, July 25th 2018 @ 3:07AM

You know, everyday I look into the mirror. I see myself looking back at me, every time I do. Angel-a. It's a movie about how a man lies and lies. He never starts to see until later, when he's put in front of a mirror. AMD he tells himself he loves himself. I guess some of us are lucky. I'm not like him. I cant do it. Cant even form the words on my tounge. Instead all I did was cry. I gave it an honest try but I couldn't do it myself. If I cant seem to do that by myself, what makes you think you can help me. I'm the reason why Unknown (4) is losing everything. I'm the reason why people are suffering. My oldest sister Unknown (7) I haven't spoken too in weakest. I'm assuming that she hates me, and thinks I'm dead. My Unknown (6) either cant or wont text me. I don't then he's even called my Unknown (9). My Unknown (9) like up and disappeared or something. I'm still not registered for high school. I'm failing with everything. Ever since I was eight, let's say, I've wished for three things. 1) A unicorn. 2) My family to get along. 3) To know my dad. So for now all I wish for is 1) death 2) To have a real family like other people I know. 3:25AM now. My life is so changed from what it was before. It's not the same. I live off of things that are only meant for books and scary stories. I eat/drink my own blood. I eat my own skin. I eat junk food, like carrot cake, chocolate, cinnamon rolls, ice cream. I'm so unhealthy. I'm addicted to pain, whenever I'm numb. I'm numb every three out of six days. Others its three out of four. People say only time will tell. That god will help me. That I'll get through this. I'll live. That if I die, they die. I'm so messed up they wanted to put me on pills. They called me crazy. I've been called so many things. I just wish they were labels. That we were all unique in a 'normal' way. NO! INSTEAD, we HAVE TO LIVE A LIFE, FULL OF LIES! Only just so we can get BETTER. I read a story with my name on it. It was made four to six years after my birth. My heart keeps breaking, and soon I'm just going to tape it together and hope it holds. I know I was a burden to everyone. I knee I was worthless, the moment I saw it all change. I'm losing. Everything. Everyone. And I cant do anything about it. I'm worthless, to everyone else. 3:43AM.