Why Am I Here?

This girl wants to know if she is here for a reason and what it is because she is on the verge of killing herself. People tell her that she is beautiful, that she is not fat, etc.; however, she still feels fat even though she is only 100 pounds. She is always cutting herself and she wears long-sleeve shirts & her boyfriend worries about her.

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7. No house, no life

Abby

I have no house and no life. All my friends- wait, I don't have any, except Brittany, because everyone thinks I'm a psychopath. Everyone left me, including my one love, Chris. I loved him ever since I saw him, but now I lost him and I can't get him back, so my life is definitely over. I can't go to back to my house because my stupid father who is always drunk and high still lives there. If I ever went back there, he would most likely kill me, or try to. He would probably pass out while doing it. But I'm actually glad that I left that place because I actually didn't like it at that house. It was never quiet, you always heard my dad beating on my mom, & my brother was the favorite, so what's the point of me being there? And I'm pretty sure that everyone is happy that I left, too.

 

 

Chris

I kind of miss Abby. I loved that girl, but the way she threatened her life like that, it scared me. I thought that she would actually kill herself, so I thought that if I broke up with her, then that it would make her feel better. I'm the stupidest person ever. I have to make it up to her, I just don't know how. I mean, I want something that is meaningful to say sorry to her and maybe she will forgive me.

 

 

 

This ought to do it, I mean, it's kind of funny & and it's a big gesture that is meaningful to say I'm sorry to her.

 

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Chris: "Abby, I got this for you to say that I'm sorry."

Abby: "'I'm sorry for the fucked up shit I said.' Huh, I like it. It's funny and it's cute. I forgive you.

Chris: "Thanks, Abby. I have missed hearing your voice. Hey, maybe we could go have dinner this Friday?"

Abby: "I'll let you know before then. Bye, Chris."

Chris: "Bye, Abby. Talk to you later."

 

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                                                                   (Phone Conversation)

Abby: "Hey, Brittany. Guess what just happened?"

Britt: "What happened? You ran into a deer and it didn't run away and you got to pet it?"

Abby: "I wish, but no. Chris just apologized to me and asked me out this Friday."

Britt: "AHHHHH! What did you tell him?"

Abby: "I told him that I would let him know before then."

Britt: "Good. Lets him know that you are not desperate."

Abby: "BUT I AM! And you have to help me pick out hot clothes for Friday because I am definitely going on that date."

Britt: "Ok, but if you come home crying, just know that it was not my fault. It was probably his fault."

Abby: "Ok, I gotta go. Ttyl, girl. We are going shopping Wednesday. Love you girl. Bye."

Britt: "Bye."

 

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Abby

I wish I could tell my mom that I have a date this Friday, but I have nowhere to live, and even if I did, she wouldn't care. She wouldn't even care if I was dating a drug dealer. She would probably just say "Ok, bye." That is how much she doesn't care about her own daughter. If her son had a date this Friday, then she would want to meet the girl, ask the girl questions, everything you are supposed to do for the daughter's boyfriend. If I told my brother, he would be excited but he couldn't help me pick out my clothes because he is a guy. I'm not being sexist, it's just that he has terrible taste in clothes. If I told my dad I had a date, he would probably just pretend that he didn't even hear me. He wouldn't respond to me, so I basically only have Britt to talk to.

 

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