Except its not great.
Another lie I told to myself.
"Great" another lie I told my drunk mom. She probably wouldn't care though.
"Great" I tell myself that everything is fine , but my slit wrist tell otherwise.
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Antisocial
Teen Fiction"She's so quiet .." "Why won't she just speak?" "Can she at least smile ? " But little do they know .... Little do they know , they the quiet girl , isn't so quiet , in her head. So many voices in her head , she speaks so loudly & boldly... But only...
