Our complicity didn't last long, just enough to make me pass through a few months. I spoke to my mom about the situation here, she didn't seem to believe me but she still helped me go threw it. As for my friends at home I missed them a lot, for once they weren't the first people I would tell my problem to. As they still don't know all that happened there. I think no one except myself will know all that happened there. All the cold baths I took with all my clothes on. All the time I could go walk barefoot in the snow at night, or all the cuts that are hidden between stretch marks.
At school, my notes were low, I had now a doctor at school - giving me a bunch of pills- a psychologist, my only friend at school helping me study a little, and a teacher giving up all his lunch breaks to help me pass my year.
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My Truth Untold
Non-FictionThis book isn't for others. Usually, I write intending to help others pass through hard stuff and understand how precise situations can be felt. But this one, this book is different. This book is to help me. May I kill this beast, slowly eating me...
