SilentlySuffering_x3

i was seven. seven years old. i was seven years old when i fell into depression. why you may ask? my uncle, my everything, was diagnosed with lung cancer. he was the only uncle i actually liked. i remember the day i found out like it was yesterday. my sister and i were laying down in the back of the car. my dad was driving, with my mom in the passenger seat. my aunt called my mom. i couldn't hear what she was saying, but i knew it was bad. she kept making my mom guess letters. then words. she finally guessed the right letter, L. then she knew it was cancer. her first guess was liver, wrong. i automatically thought of lung. she looked to my dad for an answer, and he guessed right. as soon as i got home i took a shower. i didn't cry. i smiled. i knew God would save him. two years later i'm fake smiling to my family while they asked me how i felt about my uncle's death. things went down hill from there. things never go right anymore. when did they ever? i can't even remember..

hi. you can call me Rebecca. this is my secret account. where i'll complain, vent, and let out everything i'm thinking. i cut, cry, starve, burn, you name it. i'm twelve years old, and soon to be thirteen. i'm in seventh grade. i have a boyfriend. i have both of my parents. i get straight a's. i've been called "pretty." i have a lot of friends. the only thing i don't have? 1. happiness. 2. self-confidence. the two things i want most in my life. well, get to know me.
 

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