Hi, i am Sarah. I know some people dont think this is abuse, but i feel like it was. I had a best friend, Zach was his name. I thought he was the awesomest friend i have ever had. But he was not, no one liked him when i meet him. I never understood why. I was دوستوں wit thim for a year, then i asked him out. he کہا Sure. a week and 2 days after that he broke up with me. i hated myself. So i cut myself, just 1 cut. Then about 2 months after that. He told me 2 never call him again یا talk 2him in anyway. I could not stand it. So i cut my self. Everytime i woud see him یا hear hiz voice, when i got ہوم i would run into my room, start crying, put on a song that helped me calmdown, and cut myself. I thought about suicide once in a while, but never did it, یا tryed 2. and i would cry EVERY night. i did that 4 a ماہ then i finaly told my friend, Emily. She saved my life, i could have gon so far to get to KILLING my self. i didnt know becase she told a techer and the teacher told me not to and they both made me swear 2 NEVER cut myself agin. But that is now a ماہ پہلے and i have stoped cuting myself, and i havent in a long time. i am glad i told a friend. The thing is I LOVE him, and he wont except that. I always have loved him, since the first time i caled him. And i told him i had HUGE crush on him, but never that i LOVED him. My mom got me someone 2 talk 2 that will tell me how 2 deal with my problems, ad control them. We havent met yet, but we will soon. When i thought of suicide i thought of all my friends, how much they would miss me and what they would think. I always tell my دوستوں they saved my life, becase they did. i would probly be dead with out them. I LOVE MY دوستوں THAT SAVED MY LIFE <3
Once upon a time, I was falling in love. We were a happy couple, blind to the troubles of the world around us. He was perfectly shaped for me, and I for him. He was the sun for my darkest night. I only felt complete when I was with him. The times we had together were the some of the best memories I ever had. We laughed, we hugged, we kissed. We spent hours in his room یا mine, playing our secret lover games. We talked on the phone into the early hours about anything and everything. There were no secrets between us. I knew what made him happy, what made him sad, what kept him running when it seemed impossible. Once upon a time, I was falling in love. Now I'm only falling apart.