Hello guys! First of all, i am german and just thirteen so please excuse my terrible english. This is a Project from me to practise english for being better in school, so I hope you guys enjoy my fanfiction, and that my english is not that terrible at all XD
-Zoe's view —
Every time I pull a razor through my skin, I feel relief. Of course it hurts. But that's exactly why I do it.
Also, when I held my arm over a burning candle, I feel relieved of stress.
I don't know why that is. But what I know for sure is that I'm not a lesbian! And what I also know is that I come across every person who is important to me.
I just hate myself so much! Hurting myself is the only way to get me off the idea of doing something worse. And who cares if I hurt myself? No one accepts me as I am anyway.
I hate myself so much…
