July 2011
2 posts
i feel as though i’ve lived my teenage years a little backwards. at thirteen to fourteen, i was a reject, i know that. one of the last to discover makeup and hairdye, pushed aside by my early-developing friend who got the attention i craved so bad and forever shunned by the boys i so desperately clung to.
that was when, at fiteen, i got back in touch with a childhood friend. she was an...
an insight into myself. okay, i can do this. i’m not really sure why i feel i need to, but hey ho.
for years i’ve struggled with who i am, because, well, who the hell am i?
i’m an 18 year old girl, no, an 18 year old college drop out, forced into recluse by her own crippling anxiety issues and subdued into silence by her own thought process. sometimes i look into the mirror and...