Behind every mean girl...there's a tragedy
The average human being spends every second of his day fighting against the forceof nature to see another day. But I'm different. I'm not afraid of outsideforces to take my life away - only myself. Approximately 10 years ago,something happened to me. Something really bad. But I'm not allowed to talkabout it. As a way to release my frustration, I give hell to my body andeveryone I come in contact with - especially my parents. No one knows about whathappened except the ones who did it...and Him. But he didn't stay. Now, he's backand he's not talking either. I want to stop hurting, I need to stop. Make mestop.…