~*~ I'm glad it's getting colder now, now no one can ask me why i'm wearing long sleeves... ~*~
"Why haven't you talked to me Liz?" Jonah was trying to coax me to talk to him, "I miss you."
The guilt trip, thats what it is, but I don't care anymore. I've given up on trying to be perfect, I've given up on friends and family. All I care about are my drawings.
"Liz, please," He begged, "Please tell me what's wrong."
"Why don't you just ask everyone else," The tears fell again, "They all know." I got up and walked away.
I've also given up on life
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Self-Harm
Short StoryThe Gone Unnoticed Series 16 year old Elizabeth Parker was the perfect child. She was the child that everyone wanted, the child that everything they did was 'right'. What nobody noticed was that every night she would go home and break down, the wei...
