It's been 3 months since I've cut, 3 months since I've thought about ending it all, but lately my thoughts have been foggy. Why did I agree to coming to this party? Three years ago I would have loved this, but now, it's such a nightmare. One house with five fake high school girls in it. Fun.
When Lena invited me to come to a sleepover with the cheer team I agreed, not because I wanted to, but simply because I didn't want to be the only one in the squad to not be there. Now we're playing truth or dare, and I'm wishing I would have came up with some lame excuse. Everyone's asking me who my crush is, and I say Noah. Why do I always say Noah?
