Last month, I lost someone very close to me in a fire. It was my boyfriend of 3 years. We were going to get married today. I sat by him when he died, and I take 3 hours out of my day every day, just to sit by his grave and talk to him.
Growing up I had a little boyfriend. One day my grandpa had a barbecue and my boyfriend who lived right next door came over. That night we climbed the highest tree in my yard and started talking. And under the full moon we had our first kiss.
My family is very protective upon me talking to people online. What they don't know is that i'm helping suicidal teens and other people to stay alive, giving them a friend that cares and won't judge or go away. I'm scared to tell my family because they might make me leave...
When I was seven I would get bullied all the time, the only reason I went to school was to protect my cousin from the bullies. I'd rather get bullied then see her get bullied.
