I'm so sorry everyone I didn't mean to put you through this.Wait, lets rewind a little bit. It all started in 10th grade the cutting, abusing pills. I was literally the messed up one out of my family. I never knew what normal was not once.Every weekend spent in the er or even the psych-ward. Same questions over and over why did you do it? Does it make you feel better knowing how hurt you family is? That one always makes me laugh inside. The first time i surely wanted to die was in the 5th grade. Being bullied didn't bug me till that one waste of a holiday called valentines day.I liked this guy named Dave. I can remember it everyone pretending and saying he was giving me something. At lunch he came up to me with roses and chocolate. I was screaming inside. "Here you go darling." he said in a sweet tone. I opened the box of chocolates in there were spiders and cockroaches in it. The two things i fear the most.The roses had a card that said "Do us a favor and drop dead." I ran out of the room in tears of anger.That day i took scissors to my throat. I was almost done before a teacher walked in and screamed. So now being 18 and put 6 feet under. Don't  cry mom and papa. All i want on my marker is " Are you happy now?"