I got home and changed into some more comfortable clothes. I go to my room and sit on my bed, I look to the corner of the room and see "the lighter." It is a pink lighter that I got from my grandma. I don't think that's the best birthday gift but a less I got something. I just stare at it for a long time, I remember how I used it and where I used it. The feelings I felt that day are ones that I want to forget but I don't know how. I don't want to ever feel the way I did that year. I have an app on my phone that shows how long I have been clean. "8 days, 7 months, and 1 year" I have worked on myself and I'm better.
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Why Are You Such A Crybaby
Teen FictionA girl trying to wonder why life is like this, why is life so good but so bad? (TW This story has SH, suicidal thoughts, ed, a lot of cussing, and anything that mite cost withdraw.)
