Where we're from, we're no one. (adopted by Tyler Joseph)

dEaR dIaRy

Lilly's POV

I cant believe I'm actually doing this but

dEaR dIaRy before I found twenty one pilots my life was a disaster I was bullied and hated being alive until one day I found their music I'm currently living in a shitty ass house with my crackhead mother and being forced to go to a shrink once a week which is the only reason I'm doing this journal once a day for a whole year. This is bullshit. But blah blah blah today was ok but these stupid bitches won't leave me alone . Yaaaaaaay.  Anyway I hope this is enough byeeeee - Lilly
I close the journal and throw it on to my bed "this is the stupidest thing I've ever heard, how is journaling supposed to help me?" I thought to myself I walked downstairs where my crackhead mother was cooking meth I yelled "MOM IM GETTING HAIR DYE" and went outside for some skateboarding i threw in my earbuds and threw on some twenty one pilots and headed down the road still pissed about the journal I eventually made it to cvs to get my eyeliner and hair dye and headed back home.
When I got home I ran upstairs threw on mcr and went into the bathroom to dye my hair when my mother burst in and yelled "PACK YOUR SHIT IM SELLING YOU TO PAY FOR MY CRACK" thank god im finally getting out of this hell hole. I packed all my shit and headed down stairs where I saw a tall brow haired man.... could it be?????? Is that the coward himself???? "MOM YOURE SELLING ME TO TYLER JOSEPH????" I yelled annnnnd I passed out.