Great. Another boring day.
How depressing does your life have to be to not even have fun on your birthday?
I'm not sure.
My life is horrible.
Today, my mother called me. She said something along the lines of "Happy birthday."
I've never heard those words before.
That shocked me, I asked her, "Why are you calling me to tell me meaningless words?"
She said something that made me tear up.
"You'll probably be dead by your next birthday, so..."
I cried.
I cried into my pillow for hours.
But I wasn't sure if it were happy tears or tears of utter despair that she knew about my suicidal tendancies.
Hm.
I don't know anymore.
I've kind of... given up.
I mean, there's no point in pursuing my dreams when my life will be over soon.
I desperately want to relapse. I'm gorgeous, please, understand that I know that. I'm in fashion magazines and I was on the internet looking up beauty tips since I was 6.
I never wanted to be on the internet.
I got my first google account in 2007. I was 4.
I saw so much. I saw gore, I saw porn unintentionally and I saw so much more. I hated it. I was traumatised so early on. If I could heal my inner child, I would.
I'm sorry for her.
Younger Nina was someone cheerful, but because of all the pressure in my life, that cheerful young girl who was once so cute,
Lost herself.
"End"
YOU ARE READING
I'll Make the Sky Pretty for You. ✦
Storie breviTW: SLIGHT VENT, MENTIONS OF SVICIDE, SH, ABVSE ✦ ﹢，⟡﹒She, Nina, the elegant and gorgeous woman of many peoples' dreams, had a bouquet of many secrets; secrets for the better and some for the worse. Nina herself had her problems but being an eleganc...
