I run to the bathroom and pull out a razor. I lock the door, sit on the toilet and pull my sleeves up. I shouldn't be doing this, I think. But right now it seems like the only option, the only thing that'll make it okay again. I want this all to stop ; the pain, the crying, why can't I be happy like all the other girls?
I look down at the mess I've made, and wish this wasn't my life.
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Pink hair and broken hearts {under construction}
FanfictionA book in witch a girl falls in love with a boy. And they fix each other. Cute stuff here, sad stuff there. enjoy it :)
