Okay, this happened to me a few years ago, so I'm better now, but at the time it really hurt. I was in middle school, just living my life with my best friend. But after a year, things started to change. Somehow, people who didn't like me knew things I had never told them. Things they shouldn't know. My secrets. It took me a while, ('cause I was young and stupid) But I figured out it was her. My best friend.
I told her to stop. I told her it wasn't right for her to spill information about me that was supposed to be between us. Afterall, I'd never told any of her secrets to anyone else. I had stayed true to the friendship.
Eventually, when everyone else had left me and I was all alone, she left me too. She wouldn't sit with me at lunch anymore. She wouldn't come on the bus with me. We would hardly talk.
It was a long time coming, but finally, one day she said, "I don' think we should hang out anymore," and walked away. I was alone. I was alone for a long time.
Although I've never been diagnosed, (I never went to see a doctor about it) I went into a dark and depressing state. I wanted to hurt myself. I wanted to dig a hole and just die. I knew that nobody would miss me. I knew it wouldn't hurt anybody if I was gone. I even got close to attempting.
But then I found writing. Something I could do that would take my mind off of the depression I was facing. Writing saved my life. And I found a story I was willing to tell.
As I said before, I'm better now. I have friends who care about me, ones who won't stab me in the back and leave me alone. It took some time, as I couldn't trust anyone for a long while. But now I have a family. A new family who loves me and I trust with my life. And I wouldn't change that at all. 381Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLFXV9UeLyp
I wouldn't change that for the world.
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