My actual full life: When I was 6, I moved over to Michigan, but my mom was sick. We didn't actually know she had cancer. We lost her a year later, a few days after her birthday on Feb 2nd(or 3rd I don't know). At age 8, I was very suicidal, basically acted like I wasn't suicidal in front of my cousins who were very young. 4 and 5 years. When we started going to school, I had no friends. I mean, I didn't have no one to play with at school. I was just lonely :(. A year later, when I was in second grade, I finally met a friend! He was my best friend, but now he isn't. We've known each other for a while. In 4th grade, at my house, I was in virtual for a reason. I started becoming more suicidal then. I banged my head almost EVERY day when I was upset, I stayed up until 9 or 10 PM just for my work. I got better, but I was still very suicidal. I've had 3 suicide attempts. They were all failed. And, while being in first grade, I slammed my thumb in a car door. It hurt like crap- I had duct tape on it. I thought I broke my thumb, but I guess it was like that when I was born. My cousin, who is SUPPOSED to be in the same grade as me, makes me more suicidal. He keeps saying "your mom" in front of me, which makes me want to die. My other cousin, who used to say mean things, is now officially kind! One of my friends left my school because of being made fun of. And someone I know called one of my friends a fatty.

oh, and noo one really cared.