Evie
The world is cruel. Very very cruel and dark. It's full of empty promises and disappointment and shame. Three things I carry with me everyday.
Empty promises because that's all I've ever known.
Disappointment because that's what I am to my parents.
Shame because it burdens my shoulders.
Everybody calls me the bad girl. Everybody says I'm so strong and brave. Hey, downing 5 shots of vodka and actually doing a dare isn't courage okay? That doesn't make you strong. It just blends you in with the rest of the fools. But what do I spend almost every night doing? Getting wasted and hooking up with someone who wants me for my body.
Because I've tried love. And it's not what they say. The person you fall in love with does not keep their promises and does not care about you. So every night when I'm hookin up, I make sure they just want my body, because I can't handle "true love". I just want something so fake so then it doesn't hurt. And the next morning I wake up and go to school and pretend nothing happened. I die my hair black because there's no darker color, and I paint my nails black, and I wear black. Because that's me 24/7 mood.
Black.
Dark.
Hate.
But somehow I get every idiot on earth asking for my number. But I can't lie, I'm a tease. A lollipop always comes in handy when your looking for a guy. So do cigarettes because when it's over you're gonna need a few. It's kinda like the "one thing I never leave the house without." For some girls it's perfume but for me it's cigarettes. Can't go wrong with vanilla perfume though.
Wink wink.
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