Reckless. (ON HOLD.)

My name is Alice Andrews, and I'm out of control.

I'm not even exaggerating. I don't know how to stop. I don't know how to just switch it off, and stop behaving how I am. I don't know how to make my parents happy, or what to do with my life. But I guess that's because I didn't know how to make friends as a kid, or how to stop myself from being hurt by the taunts.

I was bullied for years because of my parents. They're both women. The kids at school said I was a freak, because I didn't have a dad. As if that was my fault. As if I decided to be born. I started hurting myself when it got bad. Putting blades to my delicate skin. But then one day I had an epiphany.

I didn't need to slice my skin up to dull the pain. I didn't need to watch my blood flow to silence the world. I just needed a bottle, a blunt and a hot guy to make me forget. I didn't need college, or a future. I had this, right here. I didn't need friends or morals, dignity or reputation. I didn't need any of it.

I just needed the silence.