Suicide Prevention Month – My Story Pt 1

I am 13 years old.  I'm in 7th grade.  I'm on the bus, and I have the asshole kid in front of me reminding me how fat I am.  He's added, now, to close my legs, because I smell like fish. My stomach crawled in my throat, and my heart is desperately trying to plug... Continue Reading →

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