When I was a little girl, neighbourhood bullies made me bury a tiny baby bird alive. I had no choice or they would beat me. I wear the guilt in my heart every day.
I’m 15 years old. I turn 16 on the 19th June. But you know something? I don’t think I’m going to get there anymore. I don’t really care, either. Another birthday marks another year of being in constant pain. It’s not teenage drama, Â it’s not because of the boy I like rejecting me or my parents grounding me, or anything like that, that’s just silly delusions for people that haven’t seen the […]