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de·pres·sion
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noun
1.
feelings of severe despondency and dejection.
"self-doubt creeps in and that swiftly turns to depression"

anx·i·e·ty
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noun
a feeling of worry, nervousness, or unease, typically about an imminent event or something with an uncertain outcome.

al·co·hol·ism
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noun
an addiction to the consumption of alcoholic liquor or the mental illness and compulsive behavior resulting from alcohol dependency.

Red and white roses

"Leave me to die, I've nothing more to live for."

Silver thorns and broken promises

"You're so dramatic, Mary, honestly. Get up and get ready for school."

Broken hearts, abused pills, used bodies, torn skin

"I don't want to get up, mom, everything hurts."

Lollipops, gum drops, rum shots, innocence lost

"What hurts? Your stomach? Your head? Be specific."

Rushing fast, racing hearts, car crashes, broken glasses

"Just everything, it all hurts, but it doesn't hurt."

No more love, no more joy

"That makes no sense, you're being dramatic as usual. Get up, let's go. Make your bed while you're at it too. And for god's sake take a shower you smell like a dying street hobo."

Mrs. Anderson flung her auburn hair over her shoulder and stormed out of her daughters room, god teenagers were so hard to deal with. Her heels clicked loudly on the tile floors as she made her way to the kitchen, stopping briefly to yell a simple "hurry up, Mary."

Mary was all things girls wished they were, long black curly hair, washed out, tanned colored eyes, flawless brown skin, and full lips that could stop traffic. She was a tall, standing at five seven with small, yet perfect curves. Dusting her nose were small freckles, only adding to her beauty. Her nails and makeup were always perfect- per request of her mother. Clothing wise, her style matched every trend, started trends, and made girls wonder where she got the money for them. She had the best private education, the best tutor in the state, and could have anything she wanted.

Her parents were rich- no scratch that, they were filthy rich. Her dad owned an engineering company, one that was well known throughout the country. He had a degree from both Harvard and North western, he couldn't decide which college to go to. He wasn't smart, he was a genius and he knew how to work with that to make the money to match it. Her mother was a well renown lawyer, almost every case she did was on national tv; and was talked about in every magazine and news station. Both her parents brought in several million dollars a year, and had no problem showing it off. They weren't snotty, or stuck up, but they enjoyed letting everyone know not only did they make it big, but they were living a King's and queens life.

Every teenager at Mary's school was jealous of her, and it made her skin crawl. The school she went to was private and only children of the elite could enter it, yet Mary's parents were still making more money than, or more well known than any other person in the entire school. Every boy known to mankind would always be caught trying to get with mary, and every girl was either trying to be her best friend, or trying to have her murdered so they'd be the next popular.

She hated being popular more than anything in life, she hated it almost as much as she hated herself. It wasn't easy being born into such a well known family, with such smart and well to do parents. Everyone expected her to act, look, or think a certain way and she hated it. She wasn't as smart as her parents, but she was by no means stupid. She got straight A's, but if she ever missed a week of studying she'd drop to straight F's. She had to work harder than half the kids in her school to keep her grades up, maintain a job, and keep up on her extracurricular activities. Her mother wanted her to be a model, and signed her up for every modeling try out she could. Her father wanted her to work for him, so he signed her up for every engineering thing he could find. She didn't want to model nor did she want to be an engineer; she didn't really know what she wanted to be.