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Do you know what it's like to have no one

no realy friends, no one you can trust, no one who will help you with anything

Do you know what it's like ot be ignored

All the time

By everyone

even here, on Witty.

I do. 

It leaves me alone, with only my thoughts to keep me company

and very quickly, I realise how scary of a place my mind is

How scary my thoughts can be

how dark this world is

with no light, what so ever to guide me out of the darkness

SO, here's a little story for you guys to probably ignore
I haven't come on in a few months, because I got hate.  Alot of it.  And I was sick of it.  While there were tons of amazing girls here who were willing to help, it was the others who ruined it for me.  I left.  And everyone thought I was dead.  I ignored calls and texts from people I met here, because I wanted to put Witty behind me, forget about it completely.  And they thought I had killed myself, and I very, very nearly did.  Now I feel awful, because of the comments I've seen saying to rest in peace and such...I'm so sorry I didn't mean for that to happen. 
But one night, the day after my last quote on Witty, actually, I had a botttle of pills.  I went to my room, ready to end my life.  My brother had his friend over, and he saw me go up to my room crying.  He's known that I've been depressed, and he knows that I've wanted to kill myself, since I've talked to him before.  He's really sweet, and it was therapeutic to tell him about it.  He saw me with the bottle, he saw me crying, and he followed me up stairs immediatly, actually leaving in the middle of a video game he was playing with my brother.  
I was sitting on my floor, trying to calm down enough to maybe try and talk mself out of it, hugging my stuffed dog, Poochy.    He knocked on my door and I hid the bottle, whiped my face, and tried to look like I was fine.  But as soon as I opened the door, he hugged me.  I started crying, and he just talked to me all soothingly.  He said he knew about the pills, and he was worried I was going to try to do it.  I tried to deny it, but he knew.  He just sat in my room with me for 2 hours, just talking.  I started out talking about why I was all sad, but after a while he had the conversation turned around so we were talking about happy, random, funny things.  He ignored my brother, his best friend, who kept asking him to come back, but eventually gave up.  
He saved my life.  He talked about all the reasons life was worth living, why I should stay here.  He saw the cuts on my arms, and begged me to stop. 
He still calls me and texts me all the time, comes over after school to hang out with me and my brother.  If I ever need anyone to talk to, he comes over to talk to me, since he just lives downt he streeet a bit.  He's now my bestfriend, he gave me a place to sit at lunch, at his table with him and his friends (including my brother) who all seem pretty cool.  He defends me from bittches and douche bags who pick on me, and no one has ever done that for me before.  
He saved me.  He really did.  If it weren't for him, I wouldn't be here right now, I would have killed myself that night, ot very soon after.  I literally owe him my life.  
Thank you, Liam, for saving my life ♥