Last night my mom asked me if I knew anyone who's parents were big on alcohol and drugs, I said no. It was a lie, I know someone like that, her name is Emily, she is me. I couldnt tell her, I would have gotten slapped, my mom is an alcoholic. Want to know how I know? By the twelve emptey six packs and wine bottles on the back porch. She can lie and say there not hers all she wants but slurred...

True story written for a contest but I liked it and thought I would post it here, soooo what do you think?It has been two weeks since I last ate a meal, two weeks and three days since my last fast, about a second since I caught my reflection in my hated body length mirror and called myself a fat slob. Everyone says I am “skinny” and “the perfect size”, I say I am horridly overweight and a...

His name was Daniel, he was five when he died of Leukemia. We were in the same class, I didn’t really know him but I think I chased him around the playground a couple of times. I have a picture somewhere of him, I’m pretty sure it’s in one of my dad’s ‘memory boxes’. I miss him, he would be sixteen if he was still alive. Even though he died a long time ago and I didn’t really know...

Okay, so today I had a whole bag of hot Cheetos before I went to school and when I came home, they were gone. How you ask? Well, my little brother is a fat turd face that has no respect or disregard for anyone, that’s how. At least he didn’t find my two liter of pop, hey a girls gotta have her junk food sometimes. Anyway, ten dollars of junk food a month isn’t too bad compared to others, at...

Okay, so, I'm not very good these things and no one will probablly read it anyway so here goes.Sometimes, I want to fall asleep and never wake up, to never open my eyes ever again, ever. I dream of jumping in front of buses and in front of trains, even overdosing on my own sleeping pills. It is the only way to stop the voices and hurt and pain. No one understands, not even my best friend, she...