THE GREAT DEPRESSION

Well, the great depression was not just a widespread poverty. It was also a deep sadness, my sadness. I was my nickname, all I was to anybody was "The Great Depression"; nothing more. I had a horrible life at home. My mom beat me, yelled at me, even almost sold me for money when she wanted a new cellphone(She didn't; who else would pull her monstrous weight?). She scared away my one friend that I had, too. Well, I didn't have any proof of that, but I'm pretty sure it was her.

I never have any fun, no nothing. My life is pure sadness, in contrast with the blissful lives of the girls at my private school. I tried calling one of those teen help places, but my mom cut the phoneline. I tried going to the school councelor, but my mom told her she would get me proffessional help. She blocks all ways of communication. I can't tell anyone at school, because it will leak to my mom somehow(she always finds a way) and she will beat me harder. I've even tried suicide. Yeah, it isn't the way, kids. She stopped me from that, too. I'm freaking doomed.

I have to continue this. Goodbye, world, for this is probably the last time I'll ever have time to write.

~original story by the wicked snitch of the west

Whoa . . .

heh, yeah, dont mind me, i was in a morbid mood there.