Life As We Know It

Prologue

*Prologue*

Its a shame I can't bring back my fun and happy childhood. Sometimes I would just like to stick with the six years old me. Why? Because I'm much happier back then. In fact, I'm much better back then. I don't worry too much things. I have a positive image of the world. That someday I will be successful and marry my prince charming.

How original. I didn't expected to be like this. To be in this situation.

To be this depressed.

You see my life never really turned out beautifully. Since the beginning it was just loads and loads of shit.

I grew up exposed to my parents fighting almost all the time. I even learned swearing from them. They do it in front of us. There was even a time I got home from school. Shattered plates and glass was everywhere. Things were out of places. The kitchen was the worst part. I can see knives are exposed. It killed me when I just imagined how this fight went. And I was just seven back then. What stunned me the most is that I saw a....blade. With blood on it. Could mum have done that? I asked myself. I was sooooo young when it I heard the word escaped my father's lips. Mum was cutting.

Because I was little I never really took that word very seriously. But as I grew up, the concept of cutting was more and more exposed to me. I can sense my friends are cutting by the healing scars on their wrists. Some are even doing it at school. But with a scissor.

I can't help but try it, when I experienced the greatest heartbreak I had. Never once in my life have I imagined myself picking up a very sharp scissor and cutting my own skin. I guess its what people do when they experience love. I was only fourteen.

I gave my all to that boy. He changed my life. That I'm forever regretting. I'm learning to accept that he is not the right one for me but what I can't accept is that....all those efforts I did has gone to waste. I'm the most doing it. Now I'm not willing to continue that. Its done and over with.

He hurt me. He didn't even say sorry. He didn't even care to ask what is the problems that I am having. I tried to tell him that I have so much that I can't handle. He never understood.

That's because he's a dick.

Now.....

I don't know if I can hold on any longer.

Then I met One Direction. The ones who literally saved my life. Love will come my way. But is it good to love a popstar? Or will it be another conflict that never ends?