TheFighter

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Joined: December 1, 2012
Last Seen: 1 decade
user id: 340596
Location: Massachusetts
Gender: F
This is a private account. My name is kelsey, I'm fourteen years old and I was born into the wrong life.
I don't really have an escape from the worst thing in life which is everything, but I would like to. I have no friends really either. I have sleep apnea and insomnia. For those of you who don't know what those are, I sleep at random times and can't at others. It's seasonal. I'm not proud of everything I've done, but I've done it for a reason apparently. I cut and I'm also anarexic. Water is the only thing I consume. Nothing has ever gone right for me. Everyone says they hate me. My sisters in the army and my brother is in jail. One of my oter sisters past away this year too. I have a large family (15kids) so in not writing a story about all of them. My biggest frear is dying a virgin. I don't know why, but I'm just scared. My name is kelsey, I'm fourteen years old and I w born into the wrong life. 

Love is a curse word. Hate is the curse. 

I promise to do this best I can to keep alive. 

Quotes by TheFighter

Last night I tried endig my life, again. In the past I've tried ending my life. I always try to over dose on pills. I usually would take 7 or 8 if I wanted to kill myself, but last night I took about 15 sleeping pills. Maybe even more. I was fine for the first few hours but then I started hallusinating. I never ended up sleeping. I just went crazy. I ended up with 12 deep scars on my leg. I decided to kill myself that night because I went on vacation for a few days and came back and the only thing that meant anything in my house, died. My mom is now in a mental hospital. My step father is having hissy fits. And me; I tried dying. Luckily, I lived. I'm still a little dizzy, and nobody knows that I tried killing myself. R.I.P. Spencer
Last night I tried endig my life, again.

In the past I've tried ending my life. I always try to over dose on pills. I usually would take 7 or 8 if I wanted to kill myself, but last night I took about 15 sleeping pills. Maybe even more. I was fine for the first few hours but then I started hallusinating. I never ended up sleeping. I just went crazy. I ended up with 12 deep scars on my leg.
I decided to kill myself that night because I went on vacation for a few days and came back and the only thing that meant anything in my house, died. My mom is now in a mental hospital. My step father is having hissy fits. And me; I tried dying.
Luckily, I lived. I'm still a little dizzy, and nobody knows that I tried killing myself.


R.I.P. Spencer
Can I talk to someone, please?
some people #1:

are just SO attractive.
Sometimes I just ask myself,
who would care?
And even I don't respond.
That awkward moment when your ex follows you on Twitter after not talking for years...
I truly, truly believe that no one cares about me anymore, or they never have and I'm just realizing it.
People just don't understand how seriously I take everything.
I just want to bang you

with my car.
I just want to see what people would do if I commited suiside.
Everyone thinks I'm a happy person, and so they joke around with me. Little do they know, it gets to me. A lot. And I just wonder, what would everyone do if they found out I was never happy. Ever. They found out I was dead. They found a video or letter saying how unhappy I was. I wonder if anyone would care. Would anyone? It's not like anyone cares now, so I might as well take a shot at it. I wonder if anyone would then realize all the horrible "jokes" they've said to me. Calling me ugly. Unwanted. Nasty. But I know they're joking, but I wonder if they would then realize how those words have affected me.
How would he world even change?