I used to smile a lot more during the day.
I used to always want to be outside.
I used to always want to meet new people.
I used to laugh with my friends when we hung out.
I used to never stay up late at night.
I used to be good and never have huge problems.
I was the good happy child.
But now? I've changed. I'm not the same person my parents used to see every morning. I'm different. I'm the fucked up, depressed, lying daughter they some how refuse to give up on. For what you may ask? I know not why..
This is my story. The girl who tries, cries, and lies.
YOU ARE READING
Messed up love
Non-Fiction"So, what have you decided to do once you get out of here?" I took a deep breath and honestly spoke my answer "To never return"
