I would like to recount a year of hell, to tell you what it is possible to actually live through. ...
The story begins, more than a year ago. ... Figures as the year went.
The school year began, and I had a new friend. ... It was a break from the pain, a break for the passive want to toss myself quickly off a cliff at a moment’s notice that extended throughout the year and into the next. ... I am young, but over the year I had learned that it isn’t going to happen. ... Entering my final year of high school, I didn’t need to be spending all my time taking care of someone’s emotions when they were 30 minutes away.
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