Healthy is...anything but me.
You know how in the movies, the beautiful brunette\ blonde is all happy and ladida and she meets a guy and they fall in love and all that jazz?
Yeah?
Cool.
Now imagine a normal teenage girl sitting. She has acne, braces, oily straight hair, and freckles. She's nice enough, gets average grades, and is crushing on a guy named um.. I don't know.
Luke?
Yeah. That girl is normal.
She'll grow up and maybe marry Luke, have a lame office job or something, have two twins, a boy and a girl.
Then she dies.
And then the cycle repeats for the family.
But with me it's a totally different story.
If I was watching that movie, I'd be trying sooo damn hard to block out those goddamned annoying voices that won't shut up!
Seriously, My life sucks.
I can't do normal things like.. talk to my mom without looking over her shoulder to watch a penguin's egg to hatch and climb up the staircase.
Then it vanishes.
And I sit there.
Wondering where it went.
So I ask my mom and she'll give me a lame response like... "To Narnia? Honey, I don't know. You have a wild imagination."
Or a mental illness...
Maybe my mom forgets.
Maybe she tries to forget.
To forget she has a lame excuse for a daughter as a child.
Because I'm not normal.
Or healthy.
YOU ARE READING
Schizophrenia.
RomanceImagine this: You are lying on your bed. Staring at the ceiling. It was dark. And cold. But you said nothing. A shadow is in the doorway of your room. But you don't react. They have come far too many times for you to be scared. It comes closer...
