As I once said, about two years ago I became dead. In this short little write I will tell you how it all came to be, and how this person I feel isn't exactly me...this isn't a story as you can see, this will be part of my autobiography.1
I think it was back in February of 2004...I had seen it in a Seventeen magizine. Right on the cover: "Suicide: Is your best friend next?" I thought to myself, "My friends don't even talk to me. They haven't been able to talk to me in weeks. I am not even noticed in school. Was I ever anything to them?" 2
On February 12th, 2004, I had called Sam. Sam had his visitation suspended. What he had done was vebally and emtionally abuse me. On the day of September 16,2003, I had the courage to tell Mr.Kimosa about what I had written down in a notebook. As I was saying, it was about five months. I thought he would say sorry. I have a note to you: Abusive people don't see their mistakes. They don't apologize. He blamed it on me and told me that I wanted it, and I got it. The teleophone converstation lasted forty-five minutes maybe. It killed me, I just didn't know it yet....3
Each day I felt as if my existance dimished, there was fighting at home, and things would hurt me and get to me so bad. I shut myself out from what I remember, and then would friends would call, I wouldn't reply. They thought I was mad, so they wouldnt talk to me. They didn't understand that I meant for them to do the opposite. Am I still that complictated? 4
During March, I rember maybe for six days I was on the swim team for Scott Middle School. It didn't last too long for me.Too much stress5
~~I stop 4 now. I cant think of it anymore. Sorry. 2 be continued~6
Why didn't anyone take me seriously? Do they still not? or does it even matter???
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Some people are too wrapped up in their own worlds that they aren't around to help the ones who really need their help. Some people think that it's none of their business and don't get involved. Yet, don't give up hope. Never give up hope. The best thing to do is get out of the bad relationship, because if he (or she/they) really loved you, they wouldn't hurt you like they have. Never commit suicide, no matter how bad things get. my personal advice based on experience is: It has to get worse, before it gets better, and it WILL get better.
Good Luck, and you're never alone in a world full of people.
- Webby -
Most people are so enthrawled in themselves that they don't notice anything else. I read this and I can relate because it seems 99% of the time that I'm invisible. I've learned that sometimes you have to be selfish and demand attention whatever way you can.
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