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This book is in the process of being rewritten. C O M P L E T E D O N 2 3 / 0 4 / 1 6My life is stupid, no one cares. Who can care? No one I love is alive, just me and my tears. People wonder why I keep going, I mean why don't I just kill myself right now, I'd be with my parents. But I believe that this is what my parents would want, for me to be happy, they don't want to see me suffer, although that is what happens.I thought no one loved me, I had one friend, and she understood, until my new beginning.I've made new friends now, this isn't a cringey love story, or a cheesy 'new start' book, this is my story. Whilst I'm still alive and well, I want to surround everyone around me with happiness, not drown them with my tears, though that is what it's leading to.I can't get over the endless surges of pain, the scars, the tears, loneliness or the depression. But at least, after every nightmare, I can get up and carry on, after someone has shook me awake and dried my tears.But at least I realise where I am, I'll never forget.'Hi, I Live In A Care Home'WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS THE FOLLOWING:-Depressive thoughts (TRIGGER WARNING)-Self harm (TRIGGER WARNING)-Mild abuse (a mention of rape, verbal abuse, physical abuse, etc)-Emotional scenes :)(Could be triggered by the idea of a death of a loved one)IMPORTANT: This story is labelled as All Rights Reserved but please keep in mind that I am not trying to copy the Tracy Beaker series, or any ideas created by these producers, writers etc or Jacqueline Wilson, since I own none of these materials. This book is simply my take on the ideas created by those talented people. 29/03/13-23/04/16-Chloe…