There's a Story at the Bottom of This Bottle
Prologue- Kiss My Ass
Make it stop. Make all of this shit end. I can't take it anymore. I want to die. No one knows what goes on in my life. No one understands me. These scars on my arms tell my story. They hold the burden of all of my troubles. "Therapy" they tell me. Therapy my ass. It's never helped me in my life, and it won't stop me from ending it now.
I'll do it when they least expect it. This way, it'll show them all that shit they put me through. I doubt anyone would care anyway. They've never cared before. They tried fixing me, it only worked for about five minutes. Being a teenager in this generation is the worst. It's no ones dream. This generation is careless. They look for ways to kill people.
"Jealous" they say. Jealous my ass. Who would ever be jealous of me? My life isn't anything special. My life sucks. Nothing good has ever happened. My mom is dead, my father doesn't care about me, and I live with my Grandparents. I stand alone. I'm fighting my own battle.
Judgment is the right word. That's all anyone in this generation does; judge. They judge you on the music you listen to, the clothes you wear, how you put your makeup on, what activities you're involved in, it's ridiculous. You have to be like everyone else to fit in. Different isn't good enough anymore.
