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nameless *taken*

"My name is a secret for now."

She's the furthest thing from an open book and that's how she intends on keeping it. Her parents are more afraid of her smoking then getting high. She pushes everyone away. Second chances don't exist. Coffee is the only thing that keeps her going at night. She'd rather be tired the next day then be haunted with nightmares. She takes drugs without any fear of dying and has been to the hospital more times than she could count on her hands. She blogs all night about things that make her smile. It's the furthest she's felt from pain in a long time. Her boyfriend hurts her but she likes the pain. At least she knows it's not coming from herself.