written by a girl who, like Taylor Swift, was screwed over by people who they thought were trustworthy. will she get her happy ending? did she ever have a beginning? and what happened in between? in secondary school, aged 15, you never know what people are really thinking. you're dreading the days where it's own clothes day, i mean, you're paying £1 to be insecure for 6 hours annually. hearing voices in, and out, of your head. words coming in and out of people's mouths. thought bubbles you just wish you could burst and ignite, never to be thought of again. if only time could erase memories like other people can. but me, i never forget. cross me once, i can live with that. cross me twice, well...