C1 Misinterpretations

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Each tear grows larger as I turn the page,

My heart is starting to burst into flames.

I really cannot believe it. I just want to leave this wretched place I call my life. Every single day I do the same thing, which is, as you would assume of course:

Wake up,

Go to hell, oh sorry I meant school,

Eat a meal when I arrive home,

Do homework,

Look for new music and search random things on the Internet.

I've been doing that for the past eight years of my miserable life. Most would think that I have the perfect life with getting good grades and all. No, that masks who I really am, who I really, really want to be. I feel like none of my friends care about me at all. I was lied to twice; probably more when I was a kid, but those two times really affected me. The vines that once surrounded my heart have been ripped to shreds, as well as the organ. I never thought that this would be the way I would be when I was five years old.

I am a wreck.

Uncared for.

16 years old.

Lauren Jauregui, who would have ever thought?

A depressed freak who can't handle her life.

Who can't stop her addiction? Yes.

Who can't stop herself even as her fingertips graze a blade? Yeah...

You don't know her?

Well, she's a misinterpretation. In her eyes, she's the complete opposite of perfection.

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