"I see the fear in your eyes. I feel the pain in your heart. How cansomething so well put together be so torn apart? You are the beauty I want. Youare the angel I need. I find the proofof god in every single word that you speak. You smell like girly shampoo. I love when I smell like you. Reminds mewhy I wake up" I sang to myself as I sat there painting a picture that wasassigned to us for art. We had to do a self-portrait. Well shit, I forgot totell you about myself. My name is Bridget, I'm eighteen years old. I live in Sydney,Australia with my dad. My mom left us when I was five. I have so many thingswrong with me I don't even know where to begin. I have depression, anxiety andan eating disorder. Ever since the beginning of high school I have been toldthat I am not good enough, not pretty enough. I have not changed since thattime. Still the same weight and my looks haven't gotten any better either. Ihave so many haters I don't even know who is real and who isn't. Until I got atext from an unknown number, it said they had been my best friend since we wereyounger but I don't know this person. Who could it be?
