Hi. My name is Xyrina. I am just your typical 15 year old teenage fuckhead. Just kidding… I’m way more complicated than that. Growing up, I lived in a tent on a beach, on a farm, and also in Mexico’s dirtiest city. My parents were POOR. I did everything for myself.

Getting older is a funny thing, isn’t it? One day you wake up and you realize that everything you thought you could never have is now clutched tightly in the palm of your hand, sweaty and white-knuckled.

Two months ago I started High School. On the day of one of our school's football games I had a huge emotional breakdown and this guys was reallt supportive and helped me to get through it. Then every time I thought of him, my

Im 17 and ive been Cutting since i was about 12. Yes that's a long time. Ive tried to kill myself alomst 4 times yet ive never succeeded. Ive always felt so lost and ive never been able to think right and do something less harmful then cutting.

Hi, I am Cassondra. I am a daughter, a sister, an aunt, a girlfriend and I am a mother. I’d like to consider my life a Cinderella story with a big twist. I have been through more in my life than most, but I have made it.

when i was in gr.2 my parents split and i was heartbroken felt like no one around me cared i felt so alone then when i was in gr.5 my grandpa died from cancer when i heard he had died i wanted to kill myself i wanted to be with him i

When I was 11, I started teasing you. I made fun of the way you talked even though I knew you had a developmental disability. I didn't think much of it. After all, a few other kids were doing it.

I used to believe that pathetic fallacy only belonged in books. It seemed to be just a washed up literary device that would roll in a couple of clouds every time a character felt a little bit mopey, but in November of last year my views were flipped when I had the most pathetic day of my life.

It's been almost one year to the day that I got the phone call that would forever change my life. It was a cool November evening, I had just returned from a thesis meeting with my supervisor. I was feeling great, I was in my first year of graduate studies, I had my eye on a future that looked promising.

Six years on this earth and I'm met with my first act of abuse. I love my big sister, I trust her, she protects and takes care of me. As a baby she changed my diaper. I look up to her and hope to be like her one day. To my surprise she comes to my bed.