Okay,
Before I write anything here, I want you to know some facts about me.
-Everyone call me Jay.
-My English is not perfect.
-I am 14, I live in Belgrade, Serbia.
-I don't have anybody, and I need nobody.
So yeah, I am gonna write about my life, and if you don't care, I don't care, cuz nobody cares.(:
Sorry for mistakes, i write fast.
I am gonna start with describing my life a bit. It wasn't that bad 'till about 2 years ago.
But we'll get to that later.
Let's start with my childhood. Ever since i was born, my dad was always traveling somwhere, because of his work, so i never really had that father love. And my mom? She worked all day long, and when she would come home, I'd already sleep. Well, i usually grew up with a housekeeper. I was always a happy kid. Always smiling, jumping, running, telling people how much i love them, just.. Being happy.
But, that's past.
And reality?
Well, I am being judged with every single step i make, even from my parents, I am known as the 'different', I have no true friends, but I am still smiling. Well, at least on the outside.
I am the type of a girl who would cry for days in her room, who would be all alone, who would beat the shit out of anybody, and everything, who would scream, but nobody would hear her. But when she walks trough that door, nobody can see it.
She hides it so well, that nobody can see her weakness. Nobody would think in a million years, that she is unhappy.
Does it have to be like that?
-Yes, it does.
Jay?
'I know her.'
'I hate her.'
'She is emo.'
'She is ugly.'
'She is whore.'
'Her life is perfect.'
Well, y'all motherfuckin' haters can go to hell.
Sincerely, Jay.
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