Boulevard of Broken Dreams

Cynthia

Hello...I'm Cynthia. I'm 16 years old and I go to Victoria East High School (VEHS). I like to read and paint. I'm really shy so my only friends are my parents, books, and canvases. When I was 12, my life was amazing. I had my little group of friends I hung out with everyday, I could give a presentation in class without getting sick, and I could socialize with people like a normal person. Bet ever since my 13th birthday, my life has been complete crap. First of all, my birthday is November 13th, so 13 is my lucky number. I turned 13 on Friday the 13th so that was a bad sign. On my birthday, my grandpa was diagnosed with cancer so that scared me because I was really close to him. Soon after that he passed away and I've been depressed ever since. That's when I started to get really shy and keep myself away from everyone else.

Then my mom found me crying in my room one day. She took me to a therapist so I could "talk about my feelings". After I started therapy, I started to cut. I cut because I hated my life and I just wanted to die. When I was alone, all I did was paint my feelings and cry. Painting was my only REAL therapy.

When I turned 14 my mom took me out of therapy because I told her it wasn't working for me and I didn't want her to waste her money.

After she took me out of therapy, I stopped cutting and I felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I could finally breath again. Therapy sucked.

Soon after, my mom put me into a support group for depressed kids like me. I had gone to 3 meetings when I noticed a new kid. Our group leader Mr. Waters asked everyone to stand up and introduce ourselves. He started with me. When it got to the new boy, he said "My name's Austin. I'm here because my grandma recently passed and my mom stuck me here." "Is there anything else you want to share with us?" Asked Mr. Waters. "Is there anything you WANT me to share?" Austin sounded kind if defensive. I would too if I was him. I mean, just loosing your grandma, who wouldn't be defensive? Austin looked like a naturally happy person. He had short brown hair, his ears were pierced, and he was wearing a normal tshirt, skinny jeans, and red and gray high tops. They were Adidas, my favorite brand.

A while passed then it was time to leave. When I was waiting for my mom, I went to talk to Austin. "Hi. I'm Cynthia. I really like your shoes. Where'd you get em?" "Walmart. And you have really pretty eyes. That and your smile are both beautiful." I think talking to someone his age helps him not be so defensive.

"So are you new in town? I've never seen you before." "No. I go to VEHS. You look really familiar. Do you go there too?" " Yeah. Do we have any periods together? I'm sure I've seen you. You walked out on Ms, Silkey, right?" Yeah, I have her second period. She really pissed me off. I think I sit right begun you!"

...wow...

It's weird to see someone from school and actually TALK to them like a normal person. I think Austin's a really nice guy. I see him as being a potential guy best friend. Or more. Looks like I'm just going to have to wait and see.