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Depression, Abuse, Suicide

13, Female, 18, USA, The Slums

The truth is, I'm depressed. And it won't go away. It's always there, lurking in the back of my head. Certain events just play over and over and when I think I have forgotten... they just come back whenever I'm in a negative mood.
My stomach twists in a knot, my heart aches, I'm having these suicidal thoughts. The worst thing is, I will never tell anyone this because I hate appearing weak. I just hate it. Where I live, in the slums, everyone hates a fucking lame ass pussy. I don't want/like to show any kind of faults, where people can pick at it and make me break. I haven't ever been hurt by anyone besides my family. Shit, my family is so fucked up.

Let's start with my father... no wait. My father is dead... died when I was 4. But I can still remember fragments of the funeral. Then there's my mother. She is abusive, the only reason why she gave birth to me is because my dad gave her 5 grand (she told me), and my brother(21) has cancer and is about to die, just like how my father did. My brother and mother verbally fight so much, and all I can do is sit back and be quiet. Because I know if he's not there to take the flame, then I would be the one dealing with things all on my own. I'd be getting hit and yelled at... the hitting doesn't bother me much, just her words. But When they argue, I can feel death. Cause That's all they talk about. My mother saying She's going to die, but he's going to die before her for talking back to her. My brother saying she wants him to die, so she would get paid insurence. It's hectic. And this affects me, I can't go to bed with a still mind and I cry, cry myself to sleep. And in school, I fight others to get the anger of my chest.

You know my mother... She has only worked for 15 years of her life. And I have worked 3 years of mine... and I am an underaged worker... working for her. I don't even have a liscence and I barely get paid. And because she has a mental disorder, I get to hear her mouth. And I bite my tongue til it bleeds, cuhs I know if I say something, she'll crush me with her words. Her physical wounds don't hurt me.

And through all of this, I should be relieved that My mother wants to send me off with my brother(21) and sister(23), she said she'd pay them $500 a month to take care of me. And you know, as much as I don't mind.. it stings. She's going back to Vietnam and leaving behind a barrel of bad memories for me.

I can officially declare,
I want to kill myself.

~ 13, Female.

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angelo, Male, 24, Philippines, manila

21-4-2008

i'm very sorry about your father. my mom died last 2004. i can relate your situations, although we don't have same situations. how old are you, 13 or 18? i pity you. so how are you now? i hope we can get each touch with each other coz im very eager to listen your stories and to know more about you. i hope we can be good friends.

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