Sandywolf
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I've been a mess since 5th grade, I suppose. People always looked down on me, because I was different, because I was unique. I grew up in a different state than the one I am currently residing in, and when I moved here my life spiraled ever downward. That was six years ago, and I still feel like I'm forever being sucked into this gloom.
Some days I look into the mirror and flinch, because I'm just so... Revolting. I can't stand to look into my own eyes and claim them as my own. My mind has been tainted by the things people say, the way they look at me. Maybe it's all in my head, but I can't help but think that way. In 8th grade my 'depression' or whatever this is, reached it's crescendo. I wrote my will and made plans to end it all once and for all. I was tired of my father telling me I was worthless, tired of being shunned by the people I spent my days with, and tired of wallowing in self-pity. I used to stand by the road and watch the cars go by, wondering what it would feel like to throw myself in front of one. Once I stole a rope and stood in the rafters of a barn with it around my neck, imagining the reactions of the people I loved when they found out I'd gone through with my morbid fantasies.
But I was caught. A boy from school found my will and reported me. My parents were called to a meeting and everything changed from there. I thought I'd be okay, and for awhile I was. But then I found someone and was actually, truly, happy. But they weren't the best either... When I think back on it, I can't help but feel that I was a temporary medication for him. Something to numb the pains of life and the hurt he felt. And when he came upon a real medicine, a manufactured pill, I was cast aside and forgotten. Things went bleak again, and even though I've long since gotten over him, my life is still bleak. Some days, like today, I wish fervently for a real dad. Other days I wish for it all to end again.
On days like those, someone always sends me a sign. A simple, 'I love you' or a casual 'You're the greatest ever' lift me from the dread I feel. But I fear that one day it won't be enough, and I may do something drastic. I don't even feel safe in my own body anymore...
I just wanted to tell my story and get a bit off my chest. Please don't hate me >-<
Some days I look into the mirror and flinch, because I'm just so... Revolting. I can't stand to look into my own eyes and claim them as my own. My mind has been tainted by the things people say, the way they look at me. Maybe it's all in my head, but I can't help but think that way. In 8th grade my 'depression' or whatever this is, reached it's crescendo. I wrote my will and made plans to end it all once and for all. I was tired of my father telling me I was worthless, tired of being shunned by the people I spent my days with, and tired of wallowing in self-pity. I used to stand by the road and watch the cars go by, wondering what it would feel like to throw myself in front of one. Once I stole a rope and stood in the rafters of a barn with it around my neck, imagining the reactions of the people I loved when they found out I'd gone through with my morbid fantasies.
But I was caught. A boy from school found my will and reported me. My parents were called to a meeting and everything changed from there. I thought I'd be okay, and for awhile I was. But then I found someone and was actually, truly, happy. But they weren't the best either... When I think back on it, I can't help but feel that I was a temporary medication for him. Something to numb the pains of life and the hurt he felt. And when he came upon a real medicine, a manufactured pill, I was cast aside and forgotten. Things went bleak again, and even though I've long since gotten over him, my life is still bleak. Some days, like today, I wish fervently for a real dad. Other days I wish for it all to end again.
On days like those, someone always sends me a sign. A simple, 'I love you' or a casual 'You're the greatest ever' lift me from the dread I feel. But I fear that one day it won't be enough, and I may do something drastic. I don't even feel safe in my own body anymore...
I just wanted to tell my story and get a bit off my chest. Please don't hate me >-<