Not Ok

March 12, 2012

I wish I were 13 again. I thought my life was complicated then but it wasn’t. I remember looking at the girls in my class who’d bother me or whatever and thinking how much better I was because I had a boyfriend who loved me. I can’t believe how smitten with him I was.

One of my friends spent all last night trying to talk me out of disappearing.

I have to be put together all the time because that’s what people expect from me but right now I’m coming apart. I feel like I have nobody to talk to.

Last month I had to tell my friends at school to ask me before I launch into a story if it’s real or not because I lie impulsively all the time.

I hope someone calls me tonight because me being alone with my thoughts is becoming dangerous. I’m 15 with a perfect life and yet still have some sort of physiological issues.