Hey peeps, so nothing is really going on in my life that's unusual.

Nothing. At all.

Seriously, it's like I have no life anymore. And I'm not trying to be derpressing, but...

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Do any of you ever feel like people who live countries away can read your mind, or just tell if something is wrong?

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Okay, well, I guess I can't keep it in much longer. Some of you may know what happened last March. Most of you don't. I'll just explain...things.

When I was about 3 or 4, my parents divorced. It may not sound bad, but it destroyed me. I think I thought they'd get back together, but that hope eventually faded. A few years later my dad moved to Michigan. My brother and I barely ever see him, or our other family up there. Life was alright. I was bullied a little at school, but it was just teasing me about little things like my glasses or stuff like that. Probably the only I could complain about was lack of friends. I literally had three friends from about 2 years old to about 5 or 6. When I switched schools, I was alone. My cat, Princess, was my best and only friends then. Then I met someone. She was crazy, hilarious, creative. Perfect. So we became friends. In fourth grade, she moved away. Again, I was pretty much alone. Fifth grade was stressful. So was sixth. Seventh, it was alright. Until September. My birthday was rolling around. Then it was the day. Sept. 19. I had just gotten into Harry Potter that summer, so my friends and I watched a HP movie, ate pizza and ice cream, then went roller skating. Three days later. It's a normal Tuesday. Princess is dead. I cry in my room, alone, because I can't, just can't, talk to people about these thing as soon as they happen. Or for months after. I cried myself to sleep every night for a month. No one in the family would understand our connection. She was like my feline sister. Around December, we found out my grandmother had cancer. Then. It was March. Tuesday. The 15th. I still remember the words. "You're cousin has died tonight." What? How? Why? He committed suicide. Killed himself. Took his own life. I went to school the next day. Yes, my cousin had taken his own life the previous night and I still went to school. I was pretty numb. I can't remember much after that, until the funeral. My other cousins and I talked a bit before. They were okay. Sad, but okay. Maybe even happy. Happy we were there. Happy so many people cared. After the service, we played at lunch and played tag. Then. We went to their house. It was alright. I was still pretty numb though, I'm not sure how I felt. I was okay for a while, though, my depression had kind of gone away. Until now. I think it was the students who triggered it. Joking about suicide. Yes, joking. That is not something you do. So, please, if someone makes a joke about it, please, tell them it isn't right, tell them they don't know how it feels. Because, more than likely, they don't. Thank you for reading this, my basic life story.

Goodnight, my little muffins.

And keep derping.

Always.

~Dusk~