Thread:Hushuzu/@comment-28578706-20170422141646/@comment-28578706-20170424201736

I use to think help came to me so easily because i had so many close friends until they now all turn on me. They break me down to the point they reach through my mind and pull out every part of my truths and all of my caring to the point where all i can ever say is: "I dont know how to help you at this point..." They continue to tell me to stop trying when i finally see who ive turned into...What ive become...What ive experience..How im treating others...How my mindset affects my own stories and role play. So i brought it here to my Updated Story thread because the only story that I've updated was my personal story. And heres the last chapter...Chapter three...You'd think it would last for ages but. Ive had enough suffering...To much for myself to handle...I brought the kid you all know as Joseph to the cops and talked things out for the third time. My friends hate me. im now being called a slut, pleasure girl, hoe, whore...And I let my depression and rage consume me...Let it break me down to a dark corner of nothingness but my own insecurities...So here i stand....And here i fall...Maybe i wont do it...But...Here are my thoughts for now....and tomorrow...and the days on...