Smiteful people

Here's a story I just wrote, dedicated to those girls out there being humiliated, hurt, and neglected. I hope that from this story people can understand that comfort and support are crucial to be given out to those you love, especially those who need it the most.Often we give out signs of our weakness, or our decaying happiness, and it is then that those people nearest to you need to support you morally, and make you happy, reaffirm your solitude to protect you from depression. This is a short story I wrote to express the feeling of isolation and depression amongst the young, it is a reminder to constantly hug, care and cherish those younger people around you that crave affection. By no means do I promote any one to hurt themselves, no self harm doesn't do anything for you! but talking and eating icecream, joining clubs will help you feel better, if you want better, you have to be active and make yourself see the good in life. Whilst you have life, unlike Neila Kyul. Enjoy! ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________ January 1st 2013 Letter by Neila Kyul. "Isn't it painful when you feel so hurt and melancholy that you just want a hug, and instead people laugh at you. As if, you have to push your feelings aside, and laugh through your hurt. People don't have sympathy. Some people can be cruel to level 100." Neila was 16 when she died. Her family grieved for a century, and still drag the sorrow through their daily life. She wrote this letter the day of her death coincidently, which until now, raises many questions. Such as, what did she mean? Was she unhappy? Who made her feel like this? She lived in a large family with 3 younger brothers, and 2 older sisters, in a quiet neighbourhood near the river thames, alongside the river thames towards west london. She was very insecure and quiet, barely spoke much, and had hidden talents... School life Family banter Isoaltion Depreesssion