Behind every mean girl...there's a tragedy
The average human being spends every second of his day fighting against the force
of nature to see another day. But I'm different. I'm not afraid of outside
forces to take my life away - only myself. Approximately 10 years ago,
something happened to me. Something really bad. But I'm not allowed to talk
about it. As a way to release my frustration, I give hell to my body and
everyone I come in contact with - especially my parents. No one knows about what
happened except the ones who did it...and Him. But he didn't stay. Now, he's back
and he's not talking either. I want to stop hurting, I need to stop. Make me
stop.
