January 16 2014
I stand at the edge of the penny road bridge, my mind racing "I can make it all stop right here right now" I whisper to myself. I look around, I see the water below me, the cars that haven't tried to tell me no, but there was something that I couldn't stop fixating on, the silver bar right in front of my face, it was the only thing in my way from my fall of doom, I could easily go under it that wasn't the problem, the issue I was having was that I could see my reflection. Who I am is not what I see, what I am is a girl that has been hurt emotionally and physically, a girl who has been told she wasn't good enough a girl who has scars not on her face but in her soul.What I see is a girl with bleached blonde hair, bright pink eyeshadow with beautiful blue eyes, and was wearing a 2012 theater camp t-shirt with black jeans that had doodles all over them. I look like a normal teenage girl, I had given so many signs for people to help me so many signs for people to give me a chance. But no one gave a damn about me about my life about why I struggled so much, that is why I stand here a the penny road bridge about to take the plunge of death, I leave my journal here so people will know why I jumped.
