I've been dying to grow up since I was little. My life has been one big avalanche of disasters. Beginning from my birth I didn't feel happy the way I should. Now I'm a junior in high school and I have a lot of grown up decisions to make. Sometimes I don't have anything to worry about, but then there are other days when I can feel it gnawing at me. The inevitable day that I turn 18 will mark my adult hood. I'll be off to college. A college that I hope will take me far far away from here.
Originally Posted by PaperPlanes
I recently overcame my self harming habit/addiction. I was struggling it for five years. I have cut and burned all over my right arm. I have 34 scars on my left thigh. I almost successfully committed suicide five months ago. Thankfully I had friends who found me and I was rushed to the hospital. I got the help I needed and I slowly became a stronger person from it. I no longer self harm. Wish to self harm. Or beg for death like I used to.
I know how it all feels for anyone reading
I was just sitting here thinking. Hey, I suck at alot of things. So I thought I would share with you what I suck at and hopefully you might and we could cry about it together!! Sound good? Good!
Things I Suck At
Making my eyeliner match the other eye. Seriously, who in this world has mastered this cause I sure as hell haven't. It is a secret known only to those famous freaking make up artists. **** you makeup artists!
Making my hair not stick out of
Jordan is absolutely incredible. I swear if you could describe the perfect boyfriend he would top it. I mean he's not perfect. He has trust issues with me. He's very protective of me. When we walk down the street he always holds me close. He is just amazing. I cannot believe it sometimes. We've been together three months today. He makes me so happy. I look back on all the blogs I have about ANthony and Riley and I think really. Why didn't I see how bad they treated me. Jordan
So much has happened over this summer. I spent most of my time wondering why my father doesn't want anything to do with me anymore. I mean I never did anything to him. He did everything. You know what he did to me? He hit me! His response after hitting me dead in the dace four times was," Why are you bleeding?"
Are you kidding me? Does anyone else think that *****ed up? I spent months wondering why he couldn't just apologize. Why he had to pretend I didn't even exist. Whatever.