Prologue
~She stands in front of the mirror and still doesn’t feel like she is enough. She takes a deep breath, feeling like she is going to throw up. She has her laptop playing the music that shows she is in her depressive mood as almost always lately. She wants to cry to scream to the world that she is done. Her best friend and her boyfriend are both getting drunk and she doesn’t want to disturb her boyfriend’s happiness, or her best friend as he drowns his sorrows and tries to escape the nightmares and the reality of this painful world. She doesn’t want to feel the unease she’s feeling or cry because it’ll make her feel worse feel guilty for disturbing their lives. She doesn’t want to be here, she doesn’t want to breathe. She wants to grab that razor that sits on her dresser and dig into the tender, pink flesh that deserves the punishment and the torture of physical pain. She’s sick of never being good enough, of never fitting in. But she’s also sick of being different, of standing out and making her points just to be torn down because they don’t fit societies normality. She’s done, she wants to be done. But people continue to keep her here and suffering within her mind and her emotional turmoil. She loves them too much to leave them behind.... She just can’t breathe anymore. ~
