“Don’t doubt me,” she said.
“You still need to believe in me I’m not like this,” she spoke with tears trembling down her check.
Those same old words always came out of her mouth. She had changed and not for the better, but the worse. School had become less important to her, her friends and family were slowly slipping away from here and she didn’t even realize it. Her life had gone from everything playing in her favor to everything just falling apart and getting herself into the biggest mess possible. She hated it. She turned from this sweet little girl who always loved her family and would do nothing to disappoint them to yelling at people over the stupidest little things. She has become this self centered little 8th grade brat. She’s hating every single second of what she is going through right now. Fighting with her friends and feeling like no one could cares about her or her problems. Trying to act all the mature and in a rush to grow up when really all she is acting childish and without her head in the clouds. The one person she thought she would never lose….. her mom. The one person she could turn to with anything and everything and just when they have gotten closer she goes and ruins it and she doesn’t trust her own oldest daughter anymore. Her life is just a body walking absently doing the same routines everyday wakeup, school, home, fighting with her parents, crying herself to sleep and repeat. She’s so worried about trying to fight in when she knows that she is different and needs to make a difference to stand out that’s why she is a bigger girl, with a family who used to love her. Walking the halls of her school, she knows that her world is slowing falling apart and her trying to make it better will only make it worse. If you really study her and look at her you will know deep down she’s hurting but is just really good at not showing it. Her present is living hell. Who knows what her future is going to be like. Everything is becoming so inaudible when it seemed to be just so clear. A smile? What’s that? She can’t remember the last time she didn't have to care about nothing hurting her and she could just live and enjoy her life. She has messed up so bad that fate isn’t even on her side anymore. Her life has become such a mess, and hates every second of it. All the adults in the her life say its just a phase. Oh really? A phase of thinking she found herself? A phase her family pretty much shutting them out of her life? A phase where no one trusts her? Just a phase.
story i wrote for la .. pretty much about my life right now... yeahh its fuckkkkedd up right now.
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