(Joey's diary)
Maybe I am a little crazy. I was cutting over shit. Kyle. I was his. I fucking loved him. You fucking ass. You were mine--
(Joey's pov)
My mom walked in, grabbing a tissue asking, Is everything okay? I am okay. I'm always okay.
Blood rushing down my arm. Eyeliner gushing down to my neck. Slicing up myself. I would never be okay.
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The One That Got Away
Teen FictionIm 15, Living life with depression, anxiety, panic disorders, social anxiety and who knows what else. Read this and you will understand my life more. *MATURE READING*
