December 13, 2012 (age 14)
Dear diary,
I had wanted to go away;
to travel far from my home,
and never return.
I was beginning to see, however,
that running from my issues
in no way solved them.
This information didnt stop me,
I would never stop trying
to leave this lonely life I live.
I was invited to some secluded island,
along with a few people
who had similar interests;
drugs,
alcohol,
flashing lights,
sex, and
partying.
It got messy quick.
there was too much,
too much of everything.
It was overwhelming.
I was scared, Elle.
YOU ARE READING
the diary of a teenage whore
Poetrya girl who told them all it was okay to leave, but cried when they left. ☆ amazing cover by @amethystnebula ☆
