Hi, my name is Valerie, and this is my story.
This isn't gonna be some cliché story where I hide all of my problems from you. No, this isn't a story with secrets. It's a story about a girl, who faces the real world. You may think I'm the perfect sister, with a perfect face, a perfect body and a perfect personality, just because my brother is famous. But that's not the case here. I'm not going to lie, I selfharm, I starve myself, I get panic attacks and I probably have anxiety. He doesn't know a thing, no one does. This isn't anything beautiful, it isn't romantic, it's a tragedy. Causing pain upon youself isn't romantic nor beautiful, it's a hell. Once you're in, the chance of getting out is small. It exists, but it's a really small chance, and I'm not sure if I'll be able to get out of this evil cycle.
This is my story about how I try to find a reason to live.
Copyright to me, I don't know how to write that little special c in a ring but yeah. :)