Waking up is my least favorite part of the day. Your body aches and you don't want to get out of the bed, for me it's mostly because I'm scared of the unknown, not knowing what might happen during the day is a pretty fucking scary thing let's be honest...
I push my body off of my bed and reach for my brush on the nightstand. I brush through my medium lenghted black and blonde hair, the top half is black and the bottom half blonde, I do my hair in a half up half down hairstyle.
Next I get dressed in jeans and a crop top and throw on a random sweatshirt. You might be asking why I'm wearing a sweatshirt when it's like 30 degrees outside and to answer your question, my friend, it's because I'm hiding my fresh cuts.
First addiction:
Self-harm
When: since I was 11
Where: mostly my ribs and thighs but occasionally I enjoy slicing my hips, collar bone and arms. Burning is also a occasional occurence.
With: Razor blades, pencil sharpener blades and lighters.
I do my eyeliner and put on some mascara, grab my bag and run downstairs. I greet my parents who are eating breakfast and leave for school with my older sister, Sarah, who drops me off on her way to work.
There's no small talk on the drive, we don't get along. I'm the disappointment of the family and she makes sure I don't forget that.
She stops at school and I hop out. I hate school, but luckily it's my last year.
Wish me luck motherfuckers.
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My Addiction
Ficção AdolescenteAmelia has a dark past and has always struggled to find where she belongs, she's a beautiful mess and doesn't know who she is anymore. Ryder is mysterious boy who exposes Amelia to new things. Would this be her chance to find who she is or lose who...
