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People wonder what I did, to myself and why I did it at that.
She was so young they saw and yes I was but young was not what I felt. My seconds felt like minutes, then those minutes felt like hours, while the hours were days and the days were months. Everything that happened suddenly was too much.
Between guys and school and family problems alone everything was too hard.I had my friends too and I had no time to feel. To feel pain or happines, sadness among that. Then the bad luck came and an accident occured. I didn't have time to rest. I became weaker and weaker, growing more tired then possible. I missed my lost loved ones and stress from people didn't help exspecially from family and friends. problems just kept coming and I was too weak to work them out. So i decided the easiest way was just to slit my throat. Now as I watch my loved ones back on ground, their sad as they realize this could have been resolved, but sometimes its just better to let go and move on. Just as I did. I let go of those problems because I wasn't afraid. I wasn't afraid to die or to cry.

** Made in 2002 in grade 7. One of my first things