Bring me to life.

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*alarm sounds through the quiet basement*

I open my eyes and groan due to the ear piercing alarm that signals it's time for me to start the day I dreaded. My first day in a state I know no one in. I'm not ready.

I'm an emotionally unstable 15 year old.

I'm not normal, I guess. I've never had much trouble fitting in, but believe me when I say that I'd much rather be left alone with my music, than be forced to listen to undereducated ignorant assholes.

I look at myself in the mirror and think about how revolting I am. "No one is going to like you, you're a disgusting waste of space. Do everyone a favor and tie yourself a damn noose", says Jocelyn. Multiple personality disorder and schizophrenia hasn't been an advantage, but I manage.

I toss my haldol and citalopram back with a glass of cherry limeade, I instantly cringe as I taste them on my tongue.

I get dressed, straighten my newly dyed brown hair, draw on my winged eyeliner, and lastly apply my mascara and bit of Burt's Bees lip moisturizer. I'm on my way out of the house when I catch my reflection. Big mistake. Looks like I won't be eating tonight; again.

I step out of my overly-excited aunts car. The first thing I hear is a group of males- who's testosterone has clearly gone to their pea sized brains- cat call me. I internally groan in disgust, and scowl at them.

"This years going to be fucking great", I say with sarcasm oozing through my statement.