Disregard your assumptions; you know nothing about me really. Only what you see and hear. But this is not me. You are not right. You do not know who I really am, so don’t talk about me, and don’t pretend to understand, for you do not know whom I really am. If I say you do not really know me, then you may ask, “Who am I?” I will try to answer that for you now.

I am a girl, a junior in high school. I suffer from depression and have been in the hospital four times for attempted suicide. I am a girl who cries at night until she falls asleep. I am a girl who cuts herself so that she can release of her pain, anguish, and hatred. I am a girl who is lonely and anti-social often. I am a girl who was abused in her childhood and sexually assaulted in her teens. I am a girl who hurts inside and cannot let people near her heart. I am a girl who does not trust anyone. I am a girl who doesn’t remember what it is like to be happy. I am a girl who wishes she were like others. I am a girl who wishes she could remember how to love. I am a girl who dreams. I am a girl.