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Ok. This is something I have to get out. I'm not going to keep lying to myself, or anyone anymore. I couldn't handle what happened that day, with the whole, shooting and everything. I honestly don't think anyone could have. After awhile, I got EXTREMELY depressed and started getting into my mothers pills. I didn't even give a damn what they were, or what was going into me. I just wanted to get away from everything I guess.
Two days ago. I ODed. Well, I guess I did. I don't remember everything very clearly. I passed out, and if it wasn't for Paige, I would've been in deep shit. She helped me that day. Helped me get rid of everything. I wen't to the doctors the following day and got everything out of my system and whatnot. I'm done with all that--so no one has to worry. But, everyday..I would plaster this big-ass smile on my face pretending everything would be alright, and that it was perfectly normal. I was wrong. Dead wrong. Nothing was ok. I don't thing anything will ever be ok since that day. This is why I had to get it out--get it all out and tell everyone what was happening. I figured I should be the first one you'd hear it from. Anyways, I'm ok now. I'm getting help, and am off all the drugs and stuff. I hope all of you understand what I was going through and believe what I've said because--I don't know why I'd lie about something like this.
Emma