First topic message reminder :Chapter One: HARDSHIPS
Is this depression ever going to end? Am I really that girl who has to be
invisible to everyone else? My thoughts are mixed together, confusing me, going through this rage of madness that is trying to figure out my life. They never succeed. Why should a thirteen year old girl have to go through hard times like these?
There are no good things about my life. I admit, sometimes I think I deserve to go to hell. I think that god has made my life this way is because the bad things I’ve did in my past.
Ever since I was six years old, I’ve been in this depression I’m going through. That day of October 26, 2002, is the day my parents died in a car crash. They were coming home from the restaurant they owned. The days business had been great. Usually they’d take me to work with them to help, but I was very sick that day. That was the day my depression started.
It’s gotten worse too. Everyone hates me. They think I’m so emo, from how sad I’ve been. Everyone thinks emo is when you cut yourself and dream about killing yourself. So they’ve either avoided me or when I approach them they look very afraid.
I’ve also been in many different foster homes. I don’t remember them all. Usually, whoever was taking care of me sent me away because I’m too much trouble to handle.
I don’t get it.
WHY does eveyone HATE ME?

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