It’ September the thirteenth do you know what that means? Here I’ll give you the answer it means that its my birthday in two days, I hate my birthday I don't celebrate it with my family or friends, no I only remember it as the day I fucked up. I killed myself on the fifteenth of September 2011 if your smart enough to figure that out it means I killed myself on my birthday. I thought it was the only way out; I committed suicide on my birthday because I got bullied to the point where I finally took the courage to do it and I succussed. When I died I thought I would go to heaven for getting bullied to death but no I guess God had a different plan for me. I was sent to hell, I woke up surrounded by fire and the smell of the dead and I was in a fucking red sparkly dress, which was great since dresses are the number one thing I love. Not. I guess I haven’t actually introduced myself properly have I? My name is Parmelia Alfred; I’m turning sixteen in two days, which is great since it’s the anniversary of my death, yeah do you all notice my sarcasm? I’m 5’6 in height and I’ve got dark brown hair with caramel coloured highlights that falls passed my shoulders resting on my bottom. I’ve got ocean blue eyes; skinny, flat chest and got no ass as guys in my past life have said. But honestly I don't give a crap what people say about me, I am my own person.