The Bad Days

Good gone bad?

It's been months since what happened with Emma, but now I have new demons to face. Rebecca has started rumors about me. Telling people I'm a drug addict and a slut that will send nudes to anyone that asks. I don't know what I did to upset her I mean she was one of my best friends I don't even live in the same state as her and she is telling lies and rumors about me. And it all started when I told her that I was sneaking out at night bc my anxiety gets so bad I can't be in the house. I've tried a hundred times to understand it. But truth is I've tried stuff I'm just not an addict. So what I've had a beer a few times and I tried weed ONCE!! But that doesn't make me an addict. She doesn't know the life I've had. She doesn't know what it's like to be hated by your own family and have them say to your face they want you dead. Or to have to go to 2 mental hospitals because you self harm so bad you can't see skin on your arms. She doesn't know what's it's like to be me. She has the smallest clue in the whole world as to how I feel or what I've faced in life. She has no right to judge me. She doesn't know how many night I've cried myself to sleep. How many nights I had to convince myself to take the blade off my wrist and not commit suicide. And you know what I'm tired of her bs I'm confronting her tonight