Saturday 27 August 2011

Dear parents. Love, you're failure of a daughter.

I've always been the good girl. The girl whose parents thought that she would grow up and actually become something. But I'm not like that anymore. I never thought I'd purge my food and cut my wrists but I guess I was wrong. Now that I've done it I don't want to stop. It's like snorting pills, once you start it, you can't stop. You don't want to stop. I know you wanted a perfect teenage girl but lets face it, in reality, their isn't one...

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