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i suffered from a disease called depression. it started when my mother left because she wasn't in love and i was the only one around to feel his rage. a few months later that was when i was done i told the guidance counselor that i was ready and she asked me if i was sure "without a doubt if i am not stopped you won't see me tomorrow" and she called him explaining the dangers and sent me home. the only thing he was worried about was how people saw him what people were going to think when they heard the news. how could he have a dysfunctional daughter when he is so perfect? i was sent to counseling and like i expected it didn't help. she was kind but with her religion she tried to show me new light and don't get me wrong there's nothing bad about it but it's just not my style and with her christianity i could never fully express how i felt. while i didn't mind wasting his money i ended it early "yes of course i'm better no longer do i wish to slit my wrists". the next month i did just that
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Nov 2, 2012
Nov 2, 2012 at 5:05 PM UTC
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i suffered from a disease called depression. it started when my mother left because she wasn't in love and i was the only one around to feel his rage. a few months later that was when i was done i told the guidance counselor that i was ready and she asked me if i was sure "without a doubt if i am not stopped you won't see me tomorrow" and she called him explaining the dangers and sent me home. the only thing he was worried about was how people saw him what people were going to think when they heard the news. how could he have a dysfunctional daughter when he is so perfect? i was sent to counseling and like i expected it didn't help. she was kind but with her religion she tried to show me new light and don't get me wrong there's nothing bad about it but it's just not my style and with her christianity i could never fully express how i felt. while i didn't mind wasting his money i ended it early "yes of course i'm better no longer do i wish to slit my wrists". the next month i did just that
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Nov 2, 2012
Nov 2, 2012 at 5:05 PM UTC
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