So that's pretty much my life. Sleep, read, study, sing, dance, run, eat, sleep. I sing the sound of music, I dance ballet and I run to try and not have anger out bursts. My life is miserable. The only thing that lets me sleep at night is hope. The hope that one day I can make a difference. The hope that one day I will meet someone and finally be happy. One day I know I will be happy. I have to be. Otherwise I will just be some pointless clone who isn't needed by anyone and is a waste of resources. Today, June 22nd 2015, my story begins. I don't know if anyone will read it. I don't know if even I will read it when I'm done. Who would even want to enter my boring world? Anyway, today my story begins...
My useless alarm will not stop beeping! I know it's half past five! I know I have to get up and go for a run! Stop reminding me that another day of being a lonely pointless robot is rising up out of the soft safe covers of bed and into the coldness of the world! Eventually I drag myself out of bed and slap my arm clock. A groan pushes it's way out of my mouth as I pull on a sports bra and leggings. By this time it's quarter to six and I am on my way out the door. My flat stomach is completely exposed but I don't care. The icy wind piecing my skin keeps my awake and in the present. Some people may think I'm crazy. Others think I'm just another nerd. But no one realises my struggle to keep away from Anorexia, from madness, from being completely alone with no one left to love me. It's strange but sometimes I think that if I suddenly just died would people even care?
YOU ARE READING
Veronica Gibson
RandomSometimes I just want to disappear into the life of another. Sadly that luxury is denied to me, as it is to many others.
