Why I was gone.

I'm Kim. I have one friend on here that I know still comes on and that's Erik. I miss him to death, it's been over a year that I've spoken to him. Erik this is why I've been gone...I hope you will forgive me. I didn't forget about you. I promise you that.

I was grounded for over a year because some girl decided to tell the school staff that I had threatened her with a gun. I didn't even know the girl...Talked to her maybe all of once when she asked me where her class was and I walked her over there. After that I didn't talk to her again, until I was filing paperwork for my suspension and for a restraining order that her mom had put on me. After that my parents had me put into a mental institution for the duration of my suspension (3 and a half days, the half being the rest of that day) and I had to go through intense therapy, where even my doctor couldn't figure out why I was there, because, aside from the stress that I was being put through during all this, I was a relatively happy person.

When I got back home, all of my things had been thrown away and when I got back to school I began to get harrassed constantly. I got low...really low. I began to cut, abuse pain killers and drink. I stopped caring about my home life, because frankly, no matter what I told my parents, they never believed me. They always said what I was getting at school was probably deserved and I should stop being so dramatic about it. I was beat at school and when I got home it didn't stop. I would receive threatening emails on Facebook, get text messages from people I didn't know. Someone threw a rock through my window while I was sitting there, knocking me out for several hours. No one would help me. No matter who I told. No matter how many times I called the police, no one would help me. It got to the point where I would just sit in my bathtub for hours with a razor, bleach, and various pills. I would try and decide the best way to go. A way that wouldn't be too messy for my parents but wouldn't hurt to bad for me. I hated pain, physical and mental. I still do lol.

I remember sitting one day, in my bathroom, just sitting staring in the mirror, trying to figure out what made me so bad to deserve everything I was getting. I couldn't. My parents had taken all my brothers and left me at home to just sit in my blank white room. Something snapped in me that day. To this day I don't know what it was, but whatever it was, it isn't there anymore. I just stopped caring. I stopped going to school. Stopped talking to everyone, because my friends weren't helping me in anyway, they were just abandoning me.

After a while my mom finally signed my up for a continuation school and I'm currently going there. I still get harrassed, but I stopped caring. I think that thing that snapped was my "Give-A-Damn". I stopped letting people get close to me. I stopped trying to be nice and friendly to new people. I stopped everything. Now I'm hoping to reconnect with an old friend.

Again, I hope you forgive me Erik.

Oh.. Of course I forgive you! *hugs* I'll always forgive you...

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