"Argh.." I say sleepily as I open my eyes. "Its morning already?" I ask myself out loud. "No shit Sherlock." I mumble to myself. *knock knock* my grandma opens my bedroom door and asks "who are you talking to?" I sit there giving her a puzzled look realizing that I had been talking to myself. "No one." I say plainly. She gives me an odd look as she leaves my room and doesn't shut the door. "Fucking cunt." I say quietly as I get out of bed and shut my door. I have a lot of.... mental issues. For instance, anger is one of them. You will learn more later on. I slip off my night shorts and squeeze into my split red and black skinny jeans. Then take off my tank top and put on my Asking Alexandria T-shirt. I look at myself in the mirror. "Holy fuck I'm ugly." I say to the empty bedroom. I grab my hair detangaler and my hair brush and start to spray and brush. "Yeah. That didn't do much." I say as I look in the mirror again and leave my room.
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A Concert Changed My Life
FanfictionAmanda Bartlett is just an ordinary girl, with a bit of mental issues. she suffers from bipolar, anger, anxiety, depression, and more. she has been begging to go to a One Direction concert for months and ia determined to go whether ahe has permissio...
