Before senior year I was a wreck.
Rape. Abuse. Self harm. Bullying. Cyber bullying. Suicide notes crumbled up and thrown away. Then wrote again just to get thrown away. No one. Anxiety. Depression. Starving myself. Eating just to turn around and force myself to throw up. Anger. Worthless. Addiction. Piggy. No sleep. Rumors. Didn't care about anything anymore. No motivation. No energy. I didn't feel safe. Faking my happiness so my parents didn't ask questions. When they noticed I wasn't "happy" or smiling I would get yelled at. Yelled at for not smiling. Yelled at for not meeting their expectations. Yelled at for everything. Disappointment to others. Grasping for air. Endless of tears. Pain. Aching. Confusion. Headaches. Nothing to help. No one to go to. One thing on top of the other. Secrets after secrets. Lie after lie. Good bye after good bye.
It's the beginning of the end for her.
