Basically my Life is all depression filled people think I'm weird and tell me I'm emo and to go cut some more and things like go kill yourself and your fat. Well those things you say that you think are funny. They hurt. A lot. I might laugh and smile when you say those things but when I get home I criticize everything. My weight, my face, my size, my amount of friends, my scars. I cry. I cut my arms and thighs, And you know what people don't care and even if someone is to notice I blame the cat even though those scars were no mistake. If people ask if I self harm I say no I got scratched. I look backbone and to think I used to be and average girl who always wore a real smile. Now I'm the girl everyone calls emo, suicide girl, ugly fat ass, all these things that are so bad I can't even say. And you think its all a joke. I have tried to end my life and I will continue trying intill I have won. Won the battle with myself because their for I have committed suicide and in my eyes I have won
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