You have to find your escape. Find a passion. Find
an oasis. Find love. Find happiness. Find an
outlet. Find a smile. Find a laugh. Find a friend. Find a hobby.
Find your escape, and, eventually, you'll find
yourself.
I want to be
an author when I grow up.
I want to write down on paper how I feel and put all of my emotions into one character.
I wouldn't feel so alone then, would I?
Yesterday, my friends in my class
made jokes about self-harming.
I felt terrible. It hurts.
It really hurts. But I just had to laugh,
and play along, so they don't get the hint I do it too.
It's hard pretending it's funny, when it's not.