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I know what the pain of being lonely means, and I know that there hardly is anyone to help you with it. Everyone asks you to tell an adult, I did - sveral times, but it only made it worse. 1997-2005 were my years of hell. My whole time in school until tenth grade was a time in hell for me. From first class on to half ninth grade I was an outsider, simply because I wasn't like them... I didn't follow the trend and I still don't do it. It's much funnier to have your own ways. I understood that in seventh grade when I gave up my tries to be like them. First time I wanted to kill myself I was 10 years old. But I didn't dare to. You who wasn't been there don't understand that it takes an awfully lot of courage to dare to take your own life. Now I'm glad that I didn't do it. But now my life is so much different from before. But I understand and I remember. Many times it feels like I won't be able to smile from the bottom of my heart anymore. But that day might come too...
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Angel with hidden Horns
This will be some kind of (un)personal diary that's open to everyone. If anyone wants to read about my boring life ;)
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