it all started when my parents found out about my sisters boyfriend and they became very strict and put me in a private school where i tried to commit suicide because of bullies then my dad tried hitting my mom for “not taking care of me and my siblings” when he was the one that was NEVER home and made me feel useless. a few months after everything started going back to normal i found out my uncle killed my moms old boyfriend and that’s why he is no longer a part of my family. my cousins got divorces. I tried killing myself again but then i met this dude online, Saint. He was my only happiness and we even had the same dreams we talked for about two months and out of nowhere he left and made my heart hurt so much. from that moment i am just an object in my room taking up space oh and also i fought w depression and anxiety by MYSELF ever since i was 9�� i use dark humor as a coping mechanism
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All i can think to say is that God is giving you challenges and your getting through them. It will get better, I know how stupid and fucked up that saying is but its true. It will. Shit happens. But i could never get through something like that. You are so strong and i have never even met you