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Indigo Skies
Teenage heartbreak
I just got into a huge fight with my boyfriend. It was actually my fault, I lied to him back in febuary about going to a different schools dance. Up until about two hours ago when I knew I lost him, I never realized how much he meant to me. He is my best friend. The one I run to when something funny happens, and he never fails to make me feel better when I feel like I can’t go on. He is pretty much the center of everything I think about. It sounds like I’m totally dependent on him but I’m not, promise. Just seeing the hurt in his eyes tonight, the hurt that i caused, I will never forget it. I can’t believe that for one night of fun, I crushed the feelings of the person who means the most to me. If I’d known this back then, it would have been different. He won’t listen to me when I tell him how much I need him to be in my life because he doesn’t even believe that now. I’m completely lost but it’s 100% my fault. I’m praying that somehow he’ll find it in himself to forgive me and let me back into his life. I guess the reason I’m posting this is because i don’t want anyone to make the dumb mistake I did. Let the ones you love know just how much you love them before it’s too late. It sounds so cliche but it’s so true. You may never get the right chance again and they deserve to know. It might be a little hard at first to get past the awkwardness but you never know how much things change in the blink of an eye.
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About two years ago, my family changed forever. Unknown to us, my younger sister, sixth grade then, sunk into a state of deep depression. She didn’t go out in public anymore, just sat in her dark room or on the computer all day. My parents did not suspect anything until they started looking at her internet activity and learned that not only was she cutting herself, but she was planning to commit suicide. The following weeks were spent visiting her in the hospital and trying to convince ourselves that she would be okay. She underwent many tedious hours of counselor’s appointments and self help meetings. Though she had occasional relapses, we had hope for the future. Last September 2010, she overdosed on Benadryl, in an attempt to end her life. Shortly after, we found out she had hardly ever stopped cutting herself. The recovery process began again, and continues to this day. I hope that by promoting TWLOHA, at least one family won’t have to go through what mine has. Check out this site, it is definitely worth it.
