The Scars of a Rose

Chapter 2

At the age of twelve, I was diagnosed with depression, and I don't blame you for ditching out on my life story because I'm a whack job, in your opinion of course... So, whoopee! To say I have 'life struggles' would be an understatement.

You normals(excuse my reference to what seems like the rest of humanity) must of heard of 'personal demons' at some point throughout your life, am I right? Well, understand this, these are not demons that are your own, they're just you having deaths opinion whispered to you through your own voice, and you're the only one who can hear it.

Have that in your head when you feel down and get that it's easier to pick a blade and bleed rather than fight them. Depression is not the same for everyone but this is my story. If you want to judge, you have my full permission to...

... Get to fuck. Because I really don't care.

Another thing normals have to learn is that telling someone to 'Go cut.', 'Go kill yourself.' or anything else to that affect is pointless, the likeliness is that they already feel that way, or are already to far gone to notice One More Comment.

If you haven't noticed(you're obviously braindead), I'm strongly opinionated. Which is a fancied up way of saying 'Rose is a bitch.'. Another thing you're going to have to let slide.

Anyway, Candi is shouting at something, maybe a chair, who knows. Oh, shit! It's 14:10, tablet takin' or 'sweety time' was ten minutes ago. Gotta fly!

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Well it's been a day, and all I can say was that church was shit. Oh, I'm a Christian, I forgot to mention. This was Candi's way of seeking retribution or whatever.

'God will be your saviour, sweet petal.' She used to say. Petal, ha, because of the Rose thing, yeah, you noticed- NOT cute. Anyway, I genuinely thought she was just smoking something again...

Well! You know what they say about assuming, and it really did make and ass out of me, if not you, whoever the hell you are, but within two weeks of my last attempt to commit she had me Christened, attending mass(Sunday service, you idiot) and praying before I ate. Such bull! Religion, be what it may has never been my 'cup of tea', speaking of which, I need one of those babies. Two secs.

Slurp. Well, yeah, anyway. As messed up as I am I still believe it's disrespectful to the 'Lawrd Ahlmighty' to give thanks for food when I'm just going to throw it up afterwards.

Oh, no worries! I ain't ill, depending of your description if the word. I just purge(my imitation of Enma Stone when I say 'Look it up, big boy!'). Yeah, shocker, I have another thing to add to my list of imperfections. Candi acts like she doesn't know or that is not there, or whatever she likes to call her ignorance.

But Simon knows. To be clear, I have many 'friends', but they don't know me. Simon knows me.