While i sit there wondering how i got this far, how i became this monster who
bleeds to forget who cries for enjoyment. Who Is this person i look in the mirror. She is unknown to me, whenever i look in the mirror i see grey an open space of nothingness needing to be filled. At times i do see a girl but with terrible posture and beady eyes with the worst hair imaginable, fat, ugly and useless. The person that was pushed into lockers because of her size and jumped because of grade and height. Everything was and is wrong with her everything is wrong with me. As i look at my cut wrist i begin to think of how this all started and why am i still here. But i knew one thing that i couldn't leave i was stuck in this pit of despair and no way out. And no this is bot the story where i find love and live happily ever after, no its the story of my life and all of the secrets my box has to hold. Will i make it through i have no idea that is for the future to know.
