I know no one is interisted in my story , but i need someone to talk to, i can't talk to my parents cause they get all "And can i do anything for you, can i help, how do you feel about that, " i just cant. I cant even talk to my friends cause they don't now whats it's like. This all started when i was in 3rd grade. Since then i was the most misrisble little girl in the world. I've cut myself and bleeded so many times. I even made a song about how i feel. I cry almost everyday knowing that this frick'n anti-depressing pills don't work. One of my (kinda) friends, Dom, (guy) hates it when im all emo, but i cant help it. And i really like Dom, so i try to act all happy, but i cant put on a fake smile anymore. I think dom likes me more than a friend, and i kinda do to, he's gave a snickers, a candy rock, said i was the niceist girl in the world, and said i had to go to this party cause i wasnt going, i really want to be alive to grow up, i don't even think im thinking straight.
