Everyone thinks I'm happy and have my life entirely under control. Nobody knows how close I am to failing all but one of my classes this term. I'm sitting alone in my room, drinking rum and coke, unable to finish a term paper that was due two weeks ago, and contemplating cutting myself even though I haven't for nearly two years. I've become one of those girls I detest, who needs a boyfriend to be happy. I am no longer a person I particularly like.
Confess ID: tl1bzzpf
Posted On: 31-Dec-2008