“MY Perfect life” whatever by Coolangel176 (to read list .txt) 📕

"My Perfect life" whatever

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Hi everyone this is my first time writing ok so plzzz be nice. I’m sorry if my spelling or grammar is the best but I’m trying my best. I was sad so I decided to write about my life plzz comment and let me know what you think about it.( BASED IN MY LIFE SO THIS IS REAL)

BY: Coolangel176


Hi my name is Lucy, and I’m 16 years old. I have black short hair, dark brown eyes their almost black, and I have average body meaning I’m not skinny or to fat. I live with my mom, dad, sister, and brother. This is what happens in my life every day. I will be honest with you always outside of my home i pretend i have a perfect life that we are all happy but what hurts me the most is when people say "oh u have a perfect family i wish i was you" but they don’t know what their saying. In the inside I’m all hurt and when i get home "my perfect family" goes back to normal. I have to fake I’m happy when I’m always sad and i don’t have no one to talk to. I cut myself to fix everything but it doesn’t help that much every day when i look at my wrist i see the cuts. When i cut myself I feel relief but also the pain and when I press the blade to my wrist I feel freedom and I always wish that everything is going back to normal but no. I love feeling the blade especially when I slice it in my wrist and feel the pain. When I’m cutting myself I’m always thinking what I have done to receive all this pain. After I’m done cutting myself all I see is blood and scars that will never heel. All my scares and my wound will NEVER heel. My friends are always trying to get me to open up but i can’t because I don’t trust anyone. I feel that if I trust someone I will get hurt again and I will not be able to stay strong. When I’m so depress i write in my journal but it helps a little and if that doesn’t help i get out my blade and start to cut myself. Sometimes i even cry at night wishing i was dead so i don’t have to suffer more in life. Even in school I’m like nobody because I’m not fucking skinny like them or because i don’t treat people mean or have the latest fashion. I just wish i was never born but i here so i can’t so nothing. I also have this illness called Alopecia. Alopecia is an illness that a condition that causes a person's hair to fall out. It is an autoimmune disease; that is, the person's immune system attacks their body, in this case, their hair follicles. When this happens, the person's hair begins to fall out, often in clumps the size and shape of a quarter. The extent of the hair loss varies; in some cases, it is only in a few spots. In others, the hair loss can be greater. It hurts me a lot because I will never be able to be a normal teen. I lost all my hair n had to wear a wig for almost half a year. It hurt me so much when kids will look at me and start to laugh. Sometime I would hear or they will say it loud do I could hear. I remember one day when my “friends” were talking about me. They said they were ashamed to be my friends because of my illness they never talk to me when they were around their other friends. I became so angry that I didn’t talk to them for a month. After a few months my hair started to grow and I was happy but I had to go through a lot just so my hair could grow back. I had to go to a Dermatologist he said he had to inject my scalp so my hair could start to grow. I cried the first day he injected my scalp it hurt like hell but I guess the pain was worth it. After a few months I notice my hair was staring to grow I was supper happy. Around April I was brave enough to go to school without my wig. People only look at me but I wore a hat but I didn’t care what people said or do to make me feel bad. In May I went to school without my hat I was proud to have my hair short but it wasn’t that short. I am proud that I am strong and that I have overcome many things in life. Does who are reading this please don’t laugh at someone who is fighting for her/his life. If you know someone you has Alopecia and is losing her/his hair or is losing it please tell them it will ok or plzzz let me knowing would love to meet people who are going through the same thing I am going through. I would also love to meet anyone who has cancer because I know how hard like is especially if you’re a teen. Please don’t make fun of does people or kids you see that are losing their hair because later in life something will happen to you.


Thank you if you took the time to read this it means a lot to me and plzzz leave a comment thanks.
ATT. Natalia

Hey I’m 17 now and I’m happy because one more year and all be 18. My life rights know it a little better because my hair reaches my jaw it grew a lot since last year. The friends that where ashamed of me know talk to me because I have hair know but don’t talk to them because they weren’t true friends. I’m proud of myself for being strong and not letting anyone bringing me down. My friends are happy that my hair is growing but it took a whole year for my hair to grow but what they didn’t know was that my eyelashes started to fall and I got sad because my long and beautiful eyelashes started to fall. I started to not wear makeup and they would ask me why aren’t you wearing makeup and all be because I prefer my natural beauty. My cutting is getting better I haven’t cut myself in over 5 months and I’m proud for keeping strong even when I had temptations to cut myself. I couldn’t stop cutting myself it’s like a drug once your try it it’s hard to stop it’s the same with cutting once you make one cute and you like the pain it feels you’ll want to cut more and more. I stop cutting myself because one day I was cutting myself when I cut to close to a vain when it came to me that if I wasn’t careful I could cut a vain and died from blood loss. I stop cutting myself that day and I also think about my brother his four and soon to be five. My brother is the whole world to me because I pretty much raise him his like a son to me so I’m doing my best to not cut myself because if anything happen to me it would destroyed him and I can’t do that to him. My family is still “perfect” outside of home and we still “perfect” to my friends and to other families. My dad and mom think because I’m the oldest I’m responsible to have the house clean and to cook for them and help them more than I already do but if I say “no” or “why me” they always tell me the same you are the oldest and I just wish I wasn’t born but I have to do what they say. My sister is the same she’s lazy she doesn’t help me with the chores or clean our room but ohh she tell our mom she does clean and if the room is not clean I get in trouble because I’m the oldest and it my responsibility but I just wish I had a normal family and a caring one not a “perfect” family.

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Publication Date: 06-12-2011

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