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| MY STORY: The following story really happened to me and I never thought that I would share it. Seeing as how things are right now, I don't mind telling you guys something this personal. I trust that you can handle it maturely and won't ever hold it against me. Ok... well, about a year ago, my parents and I were getting into large fights that soon became very violent. I don't know why, but soon I began the practice of self-inflicting wounds. My friends found out and told counselors and such. I was ready to be sent to a mental hospital. Here I was, hurting myself, thinking that life was not worth it and I had people telling me that I was crazy... After every fight, there would be new cuts in my skin. And it's odd... because the cutting DOES hurt, but at the time you don't care. You're just focused on seeing blood. It was not the easiest thing to go through. And now that I've finally gotten through all the counseling, I actually appreciate that I'm alive. There's a story to everyone... don't let it end without a proper ending. We are born into this world. We go through so much, and we think that we can just undo all of that? No, there's no way. So here I am. Alive and hoping that the voice in your head will tell you that life is too precious to just throw away. Listen to that. Please. Thanx for reading. Thank you very much. -Princess Zelda |