I have a memory box
full of my past.
i go though it
every day to
remind me of
who i really am
and what i've been through.
but no matter how
much i go through
it i always seem to let go
to who i am.
its like i forget who
i am every time i'm
not alone.i pretend to
be a happy person and
forget all my problems.
i create a whole new
personality.a perky preppy
girl who has nothing but boys make up and girl stuff on her
mind.
then i go home and it all pours out.all the pain i keep deep inside me comes out.it comes out like the blood out of my wrists or the food coming up my throat when i feel insecure.
