Prologue
I'm sorry for my broken English I Wasn't born in a country were we speak english .
every week , there will be a new chapter .
chapter one 24/12/'13
The first day of high school was like every other day for me .
I checked my facebook page and guess what ? nothing .
My life was horrible ,but my parents bought everything they thougt was cool and I smiled and acted like I was happy but I wasn't .
Friends : 0
Boyfriends : 0
Yay , life .
Chapter two
The mirror shows me girl who has a light skin , blue eyes and brown long hair .
The mirror shows me that what I hate, me . An Ugly girl who has curves but in an ugly way .
I put on some skinny jeans and an obey-sweater with a pair of vans and I took my bike and went to school .
There were people looking at me like a was a meal. Awesome, Just what I wanted people who were looking at me . First class was physics everybody needed to sit next to somebody , so I sat next too a girl with long blond hair , blue-mixed-with-green eyes , perfect skin colour , she smelled like roses floating on milk and she had a beautifull smile , here name was Daisy -like the flower- ''Sweet lord , can this class be even more boring ? Omg I'm sorry I didn't hear your name ? '' Wow someone who wanted to know my name ? '' I am Charlotte '' I said , but that was just the begining of a beautiful friendship .
Chapter three
After years of friendship with Daisythingq went south, we had this big argument wich made me feel like crap because I was this unknown girl before I met her and in one week I went from the lonly girl to a friend of Daisy. Please don't get me wrong I love Daisybecause she was a true friend, but I heard some things that she said and sometimes these things can't be forgiven.
So that was it i was in my last year before college and I was once again friendless.
Chapter four
School sucked but it was bearable.
Without friends I got back into my old habits.
Eating unregulated, sleeping for a maximum of four hours a night and I started cuting myself again.
I can't help it, everytime I want to stop but I can't.
Nobody know about my, can I say "disease", I always pick spots people can't find nor see.
As the razor blade goes trough my skin I feel this feeling, it's unspoken of but I felt it as a child who sees the first light of day on a winter morning, a rush.
Chapter five
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