tengaku squared

...care. Helping people in need matters most.

Good night. I hope you feel better.

Hmm. That's good.

*hugs, and recites*

"May the road rise to meet you, may the wind be always at your back. May the sun shine warm on your face, and the rain fall softly on your fields. And until we meet again, may God hold you in the hollow of his hand."

*releases hug*

I need to get to sleep now. My study buddies are getting annoyed, but honestly, I don't ...

Boku ga iru, whenever you need me. You'll get out.

Don't feel selfish. We all have our "moments". What matters is that you hurdle over your depression. And if you can help others, great. But deal with what's happening to you, first.

I believe you're strong enough. You have the strength. Use it.

...hole gets deeper. And remember, we'll be there to lend you a hand.

...stuck in my head. I still remember it like it was yesterday."

What I'm trying to say is there are time you will feel there is no hope left, no light in the cave, no day after the long night. This shook me to the core. My life would've been different if this hadn't happened.

So sit in the hole of depression for a while, and contemplate. But get out before the h...

...first thing she does is walk over to me, and slap me. She shouted, I still remember my ear ringing. "Why are you blubbering like this?! Pathetic! If you don't get back up, you'll never get back on your feet!" I remember her sigh. "You can cry all you want, but remember to get back to reality."

The following day, I transfered schools. But that is still...

My mother noticed this. I never told her of the situation, cause it was unbearable. But then, I pretty much blubbered about the whole thing.

The

It was during one day where horrid went rotten. My teacher never liked me. I never knew why.

It was usual abuse. But then a group of teachers came over, looked at me, LOOKED STRAIGHT AT ME, and guess what they did? Nothing.

At that point, I thought no one cared. I considered suicide. I wanted this to end. I felt there was no way out.

"I was about 14, then. My life was good, it looked like the year would be OK.

It was a landslide during the 3rd month of school. Kids saw I was different. I was. I was quiet. They were loud. I was reserved. They were energetic. They beat me up every day from school. They jeered, made faces, pissed on me, all sorts of abuse.

Here's a story I once told to my little brother when he was in a state like yours.

I'm not sure if I helped. My thoughts themselves are disorderly.

Say, are you Korean?

...bottling up your emotions will do you no good. Let them out. Times like these, you need some time to recoup, repair, and get back out.

I see. Let me begin my talk:

Your friends may be teasing you because they've gotten into the habit. Or because they think you're different. If it's become a habit, talk to them. And if it doesn't stop, leave them behind. Don't have friends that make you feel bad. It's good to have fewer friends that care than many friends that do not.

Like Jean said, bott...

I mean, I read, but I think it'd be best for me to hear from you directly.

Chelsea, tell me what's going on. I'm seriously worried.