I walked out of the bathroom smiling, as if nothing even happened. My wrist wrapped with a bandage, completely hiding what I had just done inside.
It was a normal night for the Carson family: screaming and shouting from my father and me, my mother and sister not giving a single fuck at all, and me cutting my wrists as a form of escape.
I sighed as I fall on my bed, wishing I cut deep enough to faint and possibly die from blood loss, but we can’t always get what we want right? We can only hope for a better tomorrow (and a better family if you’re tired of being compared to your siblings).
I opened my phone and saw that I have tons of messages from my boyfriend asking if I was okay. I sent back a reply, assuring him that I’m still alive and that I’d go to bed early. I hugged my pillow and kiss my cute teddy before crying myself to sleep, yet again… for the 100th time this week.
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Fiksi Remaja"As someone who is surrounded by teenagers and is a teenager herself, I can assure you that teens would go through at least one of the following; 1)Failure 2)Fights 3)Rebellion 4)Depression 5)Heartbreak and most importantly 6)A whole lot of fun And...
