Him.

I did nothing. I couldn't do anything but just sit here stone-faced. I don't know how I'm supposed to feel right now. My best friend betrayed me too many times, my mother has anger issues, and I have a distant father, so why should I hold on to my so called 'precious' life?

I come from a 'decent' family. There's always food on the table and I had everything a 15-year-old could ask for, so why couldn't I be happy with what I have? I know that there are some people who aren't even able to eat or don't know their parents, and yet they're happy about their life.

The reason for me not being happy with my life is because my family and so called 'friends'. In short, they're not very good family/friends. My mother constantly breaks me down, then doesn't even apologize for doing that. My friends are so plastic, that they don't even care about me. But even if they do this to me, I always build myself backup, brick by brick, mile by mile. But then comes the Wrecking Ball called my family and friends, happily swinging at me until I'm back to step one again--rubble.

So why should I still live, obviously my family doesn't care about me, either does my friends, so why should I still be here?

(Oh, and I don't own the cover photo, it's one from We Heart It and I just edited it)

[ |07/29/17 WARNING| We starting writing this at a very young age (like 13 or something) so please understand that it may be sucky and a bit confusing, but we're picking back up on it and starting from chapters eight and on, well, they'll be written by an older us.. if that makes sense. ]