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well,they shouldnt be worried because whenever they r around,i put on a smile,and i can fake now pretty good because i dont want 2 take antidepressants,or see a doctor or anything.im not going to commit suicide,whats the point in that?death is eternal life.

im an idiot.what the heck is AIM?i do feel like im all alone,because my mom wont let me be myself,my dads a truck drivr,and my sister makes fun of me.there arent any emos,the only emos live like 15 minutes away,but they r in 11th,and they make fun of me because im emo.i dont have privacy,my family reads my diary,looks at my drawings,read my poems and lyrics,and they take ALL of my money.i want black hair with red streaks,my mom wont let me because my hair is auburn with dark red streaks,which are natural,so she wont let me.i do feel all alone.

sorry bout that,anyway i have 2 scars,the one on my left wrist happened when i was eight,a window shattered,and it cut me “down the lane”i guess thats what people call it.but you can see the scars where the stitches were.it is still pretty painful.and the right wrist is the same as the left,but i got it from reaching into a box,and a notebook cut me.i am so angry at people who say i cut.then boys r ALWAYS making fun of me because they say im emo,and my hair covers one side of my face.my hair is long,auburn,and my bangs are a bout 1 foot long,and when it covers one side of my face,it curves underneath my chin bone.i dont wear black lipstik though,i do wear heavy black eyeliner and blak clothes.i just wish someone moved in next door and was emo,so i could talk.oh,and if any girls start talking 2 me on here,sorry if i seem mean,but i dont get along well with girls.thanx 4 listening

well,whenever anyone,like my parents are around,i put on a smile,but inside im torn and hurt.they dont know that i go to my room and cry while i write poems about my life or lyrics.i cant tell my mom,because 4 some weird reason,she will get mad at me,take me to a therapist,and then a doctor,and then ill have to take antidepressants,again.and im only 13.i tell my bestfriend,but i dont know i still dont feel better.my poems and lyrics take the pain away,but 30 min later,im messed up once again.girls at school say i cut myself,which i dont,i have 2 scars,

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