You know when you're so tired that all you want is to relax for a while? Oh well, maybe two friends can help you with that.

If you can't handle the truth then reevaluate yourself and try again.

Let me just begin with this: I was always told I was the prettiest flower in the garden, but never believed him. How could I when that one other person was always bullying me, saying and treating me like I wasn't. Here's when it gets strange: The one person telling me I was some worthless no one, I happen to "love". Or so I thought. Little do I know what love really is. I'm Kallie. I'm 16 years old who lives in Bradford, England. And I think I'm in love; but with the wrong person.

"I love you, Ashton" I whispered to his sleeping face, being careful so he doesn't hear. Quickly kissing him on the cheek, I run away knowing that he can't know, and he will never know. I'm in love with my bestfriend. "Diana?" Ashton's voice stops me. Tears threaten to fall down, but I push them away. "Yes?" "Could you please call Mel?" He replies. I nod and walk away.

"Put your red dress on, put your lipstick on, sing your song song, now the camera's on. And you're alive again."