There's this indescribable feeling of not knowing what you did..or why you did it. You feel disgusted and you hate yourself for what THEY did to you..almost like it's YOUR fault, because you didnt fit into their warped version of perfection no matter how hard they pushed or what you did to make them happy. Nothing was EVER good enough.Then there are the lies. One lie just unravels...

You never expect it to happen; never think in a million years that something, anything, so devastating will ever happen to you. And the sad reality is that it DOES happen: to everyone, especially the people who think their invincible against fate's cruel hand.For example, take the 16 year old girl, average in every way possible (gingery dyed hair, hazel eyes, and an impossibly cynical outlook on...

I feel like...I'm never actually THERE anymore, you know? Like in school I'm not in my desk taking that test over God knows what. I'm somewhere else entirely, or atleast in my mind I am...I wish I actually COULD be somewhere else. Honestly, people talked about how drama can spread in high school, but NEVER did they say how BAD it was. You say one wrong word or tick off one snotty girl and BOOM....