"Well... I've always had issues. Ever since I was little. I could never stand up for myself and I always needed someone to take care of me. To make matters worse, my parents died when I was in middle school. I know what you're thinking, wow another cliche right?"

"I... had a friend. Met him in... elementary? I think so. It's hard to remember." Strange, I usually don't forget these things. "He was the only one that ever bothered to talk to me. See, I was bullied a lot in school, an after I met him, he always told them off and stood up for me. After my parents died I developed an eating disorder; I don't eat much and when I do I throw it all up. I was depressed, lost a lot of weight, and grew uglier and uglier. All the neighborhood moms would keep their children away from me and my classmates would bother me even more. My grades dropped, so I couldn't even get to a decent college. All through this, he was there for me. He would force me to eat to keep my healthy, helped my get a minimum wage job after college, etc etc. But then he just left. Disappeared into thin air. And for what? For fame. That boy, my best friend, my lover, threw me away to become a singer. After he left, things just went downhill. My eating disorder came back-not that it ever left. My boss fired me, and my landlord won't stop bugging me about the rent. I have no siblings to go to, no relatives that I keep contact with, and no friends. There's literally nothing left to live for, so why not just end it all?

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