When I was 10, I had a nosebleed at school. I went into the girls' bathroom and wrote "IT" on the wall with my blood. Everyone thought I was depressed. I wasn't. I was sexually abused, angry, and a little homicidal, but I wasn't depressed. In 7th grade, I made a pathetic attempt to kill myself. In the 8th grade, I tried it again, this time I
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You are a teenaged girl trying to get through life the best way you know how. You're learning, you're loving, you're living.
You are you.
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But I'd say you are you. And only you are. So love it no matter what it is. You're a sweet chick.
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