"Are you okay?"
I hear this all the time, but never know how to answer.
Am I okay?
Am I not starving myself?
Am I not cutting?
Am I not crying myself to sleep?
Am I not thinking of leaving the world?
No, I am not okay.
But I will never admit that because after all, I don't want help.
I don't NEED help.
*back to reality*
As I stepped foot through the school door I feel the mat of insecurities greet me.
All I could think about was, what are others thinking about me.
Who am I?
Am I pretty?
Ugly?
Anorexic?
Overweight?
I seem to over think my appearance, who am I kidding I over think everything.
Then I open my mouth to speak but I feel no one is really listening. I am calling for help but no one seems to care at all.
Here comes Michelle I think she's the only one logical enough to get my problems and help me.
We share a special bond. Hatred towards our classmates. We both cant wait to get out of elementry and go on to high school.
See, i am friends with everyone in the class. I used to be what you could call the popular girl until i hit depression and now i dont try as hard to be um friend material anymore.
YOU ARE READING
I Am Sandra.
Teen FictionThere is still hope for a normal life. My life is no where close to being simple, but it makes me stronger. So this is my life, I changed some parts but its still close to 100% true.