I, am a mentally ill girl. no one wanted to talk to me.
i started thinking it was because of my illness i had no friends. i began thinking my friends up. they helped me up while i got bullied. they tried to stand up for me. but, nothing.
i seen my therapist for many days telling them about everything. i was told to stand up for myself but i couldnt. i just couldnt. i started a journal and vent in it. vent art after vent art. paragraphs after paragraphs. i loved drawing but school was torture, i decided to stay home for a month or so. a good month will make people forget about me. right?
time skip
a month was over already. i had to go school again. i saw people looking at me. i was shaking while walkIng. people gossiping about me. "I THOUGHT SHE WAS DEAD?" "IT WOULD BE BETTER IF THIS LOSER WASNT HERE." "DAMN. BET A HUNDRED SHE K/LLED HERSELF." i was crying under This mask. oncE it was lunch, i was forced to eat in the bathroom. i couldnt fit in with anyone. I couldnt even eat or look at my food. people dared me to drink the milk with bits of the lunch food in it. i couldnt say no. i had to. I WAS FORCED TO. I thought if I actually K/LLED myself, people would feel bad. PEOPLE WOULD FEEL BAD. BECAUSE I WOULD DIE. IT WAS ONLY BECAUSE I DIE. that simple thought drove me crazy. i had to get my mind off it
