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*** Name: Emily
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It Gets Better My name is Emily. On the outside, I look like a nice, smart, happy, and funny girl. Honestly, I have had a horrible past life. When I was younger, in elementary school, I was physically and emotional bullied. From what I remember, I was choked, pushed around, forced to fight, and called me names. I also remember being so scared to go to school that I throw up in the process. Then, of course, I cried. At age 11, my grandpa died of colon cancer. Also, when I was in New Jersey, I had thoughts of killing myself. Then, in the 5th grade my mom announced my brother and I would be moving to Maryland after that school year ended. After about a year, I started feeling not myself. I isolated myself from everyone. I started using the internet 24/7. I guess I was sad, but at the time I didn’t feel like it. Then, one day, a girl I somewhat trusted spread a rumor about me liking two boys in my classes. I couldn’t deal with the pain of feeling like a “freak” again. In the process, I started having intense, long flashbacks of being bullied again. In 8th grade, on March 22, 2010, my aunt, uncle, and 2 cousins were driving in a car and were hit by a impaired driver. After my mom left me, I guess I just lost my backbone and I fell apart. I didn’t want to any pain anymore so I started hurting myself with sicciors and art tools. I found out also that I am bisexual basically every hot girl or guy turns me on. I am in therapy, helping me cope with stressful events and depression. Using the small centimeters of faith I had I started listening to God’s word and praying. I am so much happier than I was back then. What do you think of this? "If you can't love yourself how the hell are you love someone else " -RePaul
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Re: It Gets Better -
February 1st 2012, 12:06 AM
I like it. Very complex. You should try and put mor emeotion into it though cause what you're doing is listing, but overall it's a pretty good write up!
Some things are beautiful because they are un-obtainable <3
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