Dear Readers,
Hey, as you can see, I've mostly written romance stories and I love writing them and posting them for you all. Your comments, reviews, everything- it means so much to me. It makes my day better and puts a smile on my face. I've been writing for three years and was always too afraid to show my work. I don't know why, probably because these are my inner most thoughts. It's funny really, how I feel like I can share my "inner most thoughts" with strangers in the FanFic world. The thing is that I don't want you guys to be strangers. It'd be cool if I could get to know you guys a little bit.
My goal hear on FanFiction is to make people think, stories that I read on FanFic, they make laugh, they bring me to tears, they move me, I want to make someone do that. If my writing could have that effect on someone, I'd be so happy. Also, I'd like to help people here on FanFic, like an advice column or something, I don't know. We're all teens, probably, we all have problems.
For example, I had a really low self-esteem for the past two years and got addicted to pain killers. Some of you are probably judging me right now, but honestly, I come from a great family who loves me, I'm friends with basically everyone, and have a good head on my shoulders. I'm Christian and have good morals, but even with all of that, nothing ever felt like it was right. It was as if all the happiness had been sucked out of me, but then, I told my mom and she got me counseling, she dumped all the pain killers down the toilet, I tried to stop taking them by myself, but I couldn't do it, my friends helped, but it was still a fail. My mom ended it for good by tossing them down the toilet.
I was having suicidal thoughts because I thought that the world would be better off without me. When I told my best friends that I had been having thoughts of killing myself, my best friend, the strongest man that I know, started crying. He was crying. Walking over to me, he hugged me tightly and continued to cry. My two best friends and I just stood there shocked. He told me that his life would be bad if I wasn't in it, we'd been best friends since we were three. My other two best friends were sobbing too. That's when I realized that even if I wasn't changing the world or I wasn't perfect, that it didn't matter because I was loved and if I did go through with killing myself, people would be sad.
Although I still have suicidal thoughts sometimes, rarely, but sometimes, and go through withdrawal symptoms from not taking the pills, I'm a lot happier now than I was six months ago when I was high on pain killers. That girl, the partying addict, she was not me. It really helped for me to share my story with people, but if you're depressed, going through drama, or any tough situation and don't know what to do, please, you can Twitter me or message me, anything, I will respond to all with advice and help. My friends call me the mother of our group because I always give them great advice (so they say). You guys may think I'm a freak for writing this, but I sort of felt the need to write it. Don't know why, but I just did. Maybe this letter will help someone, who knows.
Thank you for reading, xoxo.
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