Remembering
My life has been hard since I was a little girl.
When I was six, I was diagnosed with type one Diabetes.
When I was ten, I started showing signs of bipolar disorder.
When I was eleven, I started cutting myself.
When I was twelve, my parents split up.
I finally came out to my friends that I'm bisexual last year. Most accepted me. Some didn't.
Sarah accepted me.
She was my best friend. I met her when I was ten, at diabetes camp.
I told her everything. She told me everything. We were like sisters.
I live in Minnesota, and she lived in Texas, but the distance didn't change anything.
But now, everything's changing.
She's dead.
When I was six, I was diagnosed with type one Diabetes.
When I was ten, I started showing signs of bipolar disorder.
When I was eleven, I started cutting myself.
When I was twelve, my parents split up.
I finally came out to my friends that I'm bisexual last year. Most accepted me. Some didn't.
Sarah accepted me.
She was my best friend. I met her when I was ten, at diabetes camp.
I told her everything. She told me everything. We were like sisters.
I live in Minnesota, and she lived in Texas, but the distance didn't change anything.
But now, everything's changing.
She's dead.
- Death.
- Pain.
- My Life.
- Relationships.
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A list.
(You don't really need to read this chapter... just thoughts.) - Just a reminder of how much my life ***ing sucks.
- I think I jinxed her.
- A Memory
- I Guess This Makes Me a ***... Slut.
- Signs
- Bad Habits
- Baylee
- What The Hell.
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When comments meant for Facebook turn into long rants like this
When I finally got myself to write on her wall, all it was originally going to say was: If anyone could ever stop and take time to look at the big picture... There's a reason they call it 'Best Friends FOREVER.'