I am not beautiful, Nowhere even close. I don’t have one of those smiles that makes everything better. Sure, I try to be nice, but all the time my sarcasm and my mouth gets me in trouble. I find it difficult to live with the pain of loving someone, and then losing them to no one other but a person who was supposed to care for me, to be there for me no matter what happened.. And it may sound a bit extreme to you, but I have thought many times about killing myself.
Most people see suicide as the easy way out. Well, I don’t disagree with you there. It is the easy way out. I am overwhelmed with my problems and I can’t hold back any longer. I am not strong, physically or mentally. I let the comments of people eat away at my soul all the time. So why don’t I toughen up, you may ask. Because, toughening up isn’t as easy as it sounds. I know some of you can relate, maybe not in the same context of my ideas, but can relate in one way or another. And to those of you who cannot relate at all, living is too much when everybody hates you.
I don’t really know what I did, to set them all off. I just remember everyone turning on me. I used to be the head cheerleader, the fun girl, whom everyone wished to be friends with. Conceited, yes, but that was my identity. As the years passed I had lost someone very dear to me. When I was put through that everything changed. I began to see the world for what it truly was. Not the same comforting place where I could be myself, but a place where secrets were always hiding, waiting to be uncovered. Friends that were supposed to be there for you either left, or made your life a living hell by trying to get more people to like them. The economy was bad as well. I was forced to grow up. I was forced to mature more quickly, and with the new maturity came a more cynical part of me, a part which I didn’t even know existed.
I quickly lost many friends, all of them in fact. I was in a world alone, my only sanctuary was music. My parents didn’t understand, nor did they want to. They refused to face the fact that their choices could cause such an impact on their perfect daughter. Well now that perfection is gone, and in its place lies a new hate for the world, for life, and for myself.
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