They alisema no one would read my story that I wrote that day, but someone did, and now I’m here. In this room with a stranger..They sent me away here to get better? Yeah right..I thought I was weird these girls are different..


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Fever:


My parents heard about my sadness from that paper at school...The one where no one was meant to read and alisema they wouldn’t.They weren’t even trying to be supportive of me and help me, they called me a waste of space and someone would look to be in my shoes instead of on the mitaani, mtaa and alive. I couldn’t blame them...It was unfair to other people who...

Problems:

Heart:


“Miss moyo I’m going to ask wewe one zaidi time, and I’d like if wewe told me the truth.”
My mind was some place else. I’ve been answering the same swali over and over again with the same answer. The light burned my eyes and my stomach twisted as I stared down at the picture once again. There he laded...Dead. His body torn and cut, with flesh and blood seeping out with a pool of blood laying inayofuata to him. The thing that made me the most sick was his eyes..So lifeless and dark and dull. Then the same swali shaped me back to reality.
“Miss Heart?” Her voice dark...