"will you ammount to anything?" Sammy asked, "what do you want to be when you're older? can you actually get there?"
Sammy was my best friend, she was always there for me, she was my imaginary friend, but she was always there.
"i want to be a world class artist. i'm not the best artist right now, but i want to be as famous as Vincent Van Gogh," i replied to Sammy.
"that requires alot of work you know. what about a middle job? so you can get money to fund your dream. what are you going to do for that?"
"i'll find a job, eventually. it's not that hard".
"nobody will hire you with that, you should stop doing it," Sammy protested, pointing at my arm, which was already scabby with a small bit of dry blood still on it.
"i'll cover it. i'll wear long sleeves or something,"
"okay. its your funeral," and with that she disapeared.
Sammy has been my friend for years now, but she could be harsh, even when she meant well.
i guess she was right; people might not hire me because of it. people get one glance at it and automatically judge me.
i began to think what about a girlfriend or boyfriend? will i ever get another one of those? i havnt had many, but i miss being in a relationship.
i miss the way my last boyfriend used to kiss me. he was amazing. that ended when he tried to force me to do things i didnt want to do, now we dont speak.
my last girlfriend was 2 years ago. she was the sporty type, i liked that in a girl. she never wore makeup, always had her hair up and wore shorts at all time. i didnt get far with her, i began to like other people and she obviously didnt like it, so it ended.
i hadnt been in a relationship since then. i miss it all.
great. now i made myself sad. really needed a hug. i sat on my bed with my knees up and wrapped my arms around my knees.
what about miss cook? she's my teacher, is that wrong? maybe i should go look for someone else, give up on her. yeah, that's what i'll do. ill find someone else. the thought of replacing the one i love was difficult to swallow, but i did anyway. the decision was made.
i layed on my bed, curled up and went to sleep in the clothes i had on.

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The Glimmer of a Blade
Teen Fictionhave you ever felt like you are worthless? that nobody loves you? do you hate your body? meet teresa, she knows precisely what youre thinking. shes been through it all. join her in her journey through her depression, weird romances and the happiest...