She Doesn't Care . (Being Edited)

Breaking Down . ; Chapter Thirteen .

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Ahem , short-ish little spiel .

First , I want to thank everyone reading this , commenting on this , and voting for this . Thank you so fucking much .

You're all so lovely .

Next , listen to the fucking song right over thur . ---->

It has really nothing to do with this chapter , but it's one of my favorite songs by Nirvana . And everyone knows Nirvana is fucking god .

And Kurt Cobain's voice is so sexy . Mwahahah .

I'm in a good mood . ;3

Going on . .

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Anddd ,

Long chapter , considering I haven't uploaded as much as I usually do lately .

Deffo points in the direction of where this story will be going .

Which is downhill .

McKenzie is going fucking nuts , it's like she's in my head .

I can practically feel her as a real person , and I feel bad for making her have so many issues , but it's like she's making me give her that many .

Never mind , I may just be as insane as she is .

Here's the chapter ;

Ryan decided he’d move down to South Carolina, which is where my uncle lived , with me . I was so thankful .

Unbelievably thankful .

We decided we’d live with my uncle for as long as it took for us to get everything together .

And then we would move out , and we’d get our own apartment .

Ryan was going to start looking for a new job down there , save up some money , and I’d hopefully get a small job to help out with the rent and the drugs .

And we’d be fine .

Well , we both thought we would be .

Except , I had another one of my mental breakdowns .

I guess that was one of the first I had , and it defiantly was not good .

I was so worried , so lost . I had never had to move before , and there I was . Kicked out of my own home , the life I’ve lived since I was born , and forced to move away from everyone and everything I knew .

It was hard .

I never thought of myself as a soft person , or a dependent person .

I was McKenzie . I was a fucking show stopper .

I had everything figured out , at all times .

And if I didn’t , I pretended I did till I figured it all out .

And it had always been like that .

Always .

Until we moved .

Then , I was this pathetic little girl , which needed someone .

And I had no one .

My brother didn’t count , he had his own life to deal with , and I wasn’t his responsibility .

I was my own .

I stopped caring .

I figured the people down there wouldn’t like me .

They’d hate me .

Despise me .

And I was right .

But I made myself right .

I walked into that town for the first time , with my head hung low .

Unclean , un-showered , disgusting .

I just decided to say what the fuck .

I didn’t need anyone . And I knew that for a fact .

So I wasn’t going to try and impress people .

This was my new start . I hated my old town , and I hated my old self .

So I decided to try something new .

Someone new .

Although , that didn’t work out too well . At all .

This was around the time I had first started with my ‘mental disorders’ .

Oh the fuck well .

I went crazy , who the fuck cares ?

I didn’t care about what I looked like , what people thought of me , what I did to myself , whether I was clean and showered , or filthy for days .

I was so fucked up .

During this time , if I had cared about myself at all , I could have gone to see a psychologist or psychiatrist .

All they would of told me is that I was suffering from mental illnesses .

Like I didn't already know that ?

I can pretty much diagnose myself at that age .

I had , or had major characterists of ;

Anorexia Nervosa

Psychosis

Alcohol and Drug Abuse

Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder

Anxiety

Depression

Boredline Personality Disorder

Self-Mutilation

Bipolar Disorder





Anways . Need I say more ?



I honestly was going fucking insane .