Truth

                The truth is far worse than I have ever imagined. I need to open up to get the words out. I need this to be known as to why I write the way I do. Or why I have been upset or sad in the past. Some things that I don’t want anyone to know will not be announced…because I don’t want anyone to judge me for what happened. I will always be ridiculed and right now I don’t need that.  I will start my story.

                Back in second grade was when it had all started…I was seven years old at the time. I was young, but I still remember this. I don’t think I would ever forget it. My grandpa passed away that year. It was a very hard time on me…I remember the funeral clearly. I remember trying to make my dad a card and the teacher stopped me…so I know I cried then…my dad deserved that card…he lost his father…

                Years later when I was about to turn twelve my depression started…the event that happened I will not mention…it is way to personal and private…and that is out of my comfort zone….Also my uncle Timmy died when I was in about seventh grade…I don’t know what he died from…my parents never told me.

                In eighth grade two things happened to me…well one during the summer before I started freshman year…well the first thing that happened…was someone spread a horrible rumor about me…it was really rude…this kid said that I was a baby killer…which was completely wrong…I would never hurt anything innocent…I have always hated abortion so why would I kill a baby?...and the second thing was that my friend died that summer…he was very comical and very nice…and sweet. He died at the age of thirteen…he was going to be fourteen in August….but he died a month before that…he died on July 25, 2007…almost four years ago…

                Now in the last two years….my other uncle Peter died from a rare cancer…it is extremely rare. I didn’t really get to see him before he died…and he lived in California…so I know I wouldn’t be able to see him before he died…he lived a year after being diagnosed with it and in chemo…two days before my uncle died a friend of the family killed himself…it was sad…he was a few months older than me…so it really affected me…there really is nothing else…that I want to talk about…

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[Ashley.M.E]

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