I hated it.

All I could hear was clatter of glass and wrecking screams.

I had begun to heal, but sometimes it gets overwhelming.

Its like a feeling of ringing in my head and overflowing tears.

I was brought up to build a wall around myself; I guarded myself from others, never letting people in. Every time I did, I'd get hurt; I'd be the only one.

Maybe I was afraid.

Within the family of parents who found a way to argue for every ing thing and a sister who was basically a brain prodigy, I was always the invisible one. As if being invisible to others didn't cut it, I was rejected of love in my own house. Not exactly your best case scenario.

Everything seemed to be prejudiced against me, even my attempt to take way my life in just 7th grade proved to be a failure. Maybe I was destined to be a big disappointment, even for death. right? I swear I tried.

And if you don't know, waking up to look forward to nothing, every day, is actually more excruciating than it sounds.

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