She wanted everything to be perfect. It was. But she didn't think so. She thought the world was crumbling at her feet. She thought she was ugly. She thought she was fat. She thought she was pathetic. She thought everyone else thought the same thing. But they didn't. They thought she was the prettiest girl in the school. They thought she had a perfect life. They thought she had a perfect body. They were right.
She made her life sound bad to see if people would care. When they were there she thought they weren't.
Her favorite quote was,"Her skin is the canvas, The blade is the brush". She was an artist.
The last straw was when somebody told the councilor that she cut. Before the councilor got her to DHS, she ran out. She ran to the bridge. When she was standing on the bridge she realized she wasn't ugly, fat, but she was perfect. She knew that people would think badly of her if she just came back and was completely different. So she let the world take her in. She drew her last breat and said,"Give me a reason", then stepped to her peace.
