I was always that little girl smiling everyday. I was a ballerina, you know. You would look at me and think I was always so happy. Wearing pink, giggling with my friends, dreaming of my future. I wanted to live in a mansion, with maids and butlers, and four children. I wanted to be a chef, a teacher, and a singer. Then I turned twelve. That’s when everything went downhill. I still remember the night of March so clearly. You know how they say when you die, your whole life flashes before your eyes? I’m telling you now, that whoever started that saying, is correct. […]
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keicydillah
keicydillah
My name is Keicy. Suicidal. I self injure. I made this so I can write. Writing has been the only way to get everything out for me, considering I never talk to anyone.