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If I could take it all back,I would.If I could stop myself before I did it,I would.I know what triggered it.It was my stupid fucking life,but I never thought I would actually go through with it.It's not like I've never thought about it before though,I just never did it.My whole life had gone from almost wonderful to just plain fucked up.
I recall the year I was in 8th grade as being the best year of my life.Lizzie,Gordo and I had a blast that year.Everything was great,until freshman year.Thats when it all started going downhill.Lizzie and Gordo hooked up.It didn't bother me much though,because they'd liked each other forever.I managed to get a boyfriend of my own.Albert Lopez was his name.He was my first boyfriend and my first kiss.But as sophmore year came into perspective,the chemistry died and we broke up.I didn't cry,or feel bad about myself or anything though.It didn't really matter to me much.Lizzie and Gordo grew though.
Lizzie would prance around all butt-happy all of the time and she soon started to get on my nerves.But I needed her,she was the only one I could talk to,so I put up with her.Then,Lizzie begin to turn into a ditzy bitch,like Kate,her new best friend.Things stayed the same between Gordo and I though.We still stayed friends and I talked to him,not as openly as I did with Lizzie though.Its not like he payed attention anyway.He was too busy with Lizzie.
So sophmore year sucked.I had no best friend to talk to and no one to express my feelings to.Over time,I began to express how I was feeling through my clothes,and my apperance.I began wearing nothing but black,pretty much all of the time.I cut my hair short enough to spike in the back,with two long strips which framed my face.My parents didn't care much.They began fighting almost everyday and lately I heard plans of my dad moving out.They hadn't noticed a change in my apperance at all.But they did notice when I pierced my nose.
I went and got it done after school and when I got home,my mom demanded to know what I had done to my face.She told my dad and they sat down to decide a good punishment for me,which just started another argument.They finally settled on grounding me for a month.Whoop dee doo.Its not like I listened anyway.I just went back the next day and pierced my eyebrow and my lip.
My make-up was just as bad.I wore heavy black eyeliner,powder which made my pace appear pale,smokey gray eyeshadow and sometimes black lipstick if I was feeling bold.My bitten down,chipped nails were always painted black and I took off my long-time-cherished charm bracelet that Lizzie gave me when I was 7.Nobody talked to me anymore,except for Gordo.But I didn't care.I didn't give a fuck what they thought.I heard what they said behind my back.Gothic slut.Blair witch.Deranged bitch.I wasn't gonna let them make me feel bad.I felt bad enough.
If I could take it all back,I would.If I could stop myself before I did it,I would.I know what triggered it.It was my stupid fucking life,but I never thought I would actually go through with it.It's not like I've never thought about it before though,I just never did it.My whole life had gone from almost wonderful to just plain fucked up.
I recall the year I was in 8th grade as being the best year of my life.Lizzie,Gordo and I had a blast that year.Everything was great,until freshman year.Thats when it all started going downhill.Lizzie and Gordo hooked up.It didn't bother me much though,because they'd liked each other forever.I managed to get a boyfriend of my own.Albert Lopez was his name.He was my first boyfriend and my first kiss.But as sophmore year came into perspective,the chemistry died and we broke up.I didn't cry,or feel bad about myself or anything though.It didn't really matter to me much.Lizzie and Gordo grew though.
Lizzie would prance around all butt-happy all of the time and she soon started to get on my nerves.But I needed her,she was the only one I could talk to,so I put up with her.Then,Lizzie begin to turn into a ditzy bitch,like Kate,her new best friend.Things stayed the same between Gordo and I though.We still stayed friends and I talked to him,not as openly as I did with Lizzie though.Its not like he payed attention anyway.He was too busy with Lizzie.
So sophmore year sucked.I had no best friend to talk to and no one to express my feelings to.Over time,I began to express how I was feeling through my clothes,and my apperance.I began wearing nothing but black,pretty much all of the time.I cut my hair short enough to spike in the back,with two long strips which framed my face.My parents didn't care much.They began fighting almost everyday and lately I heard plans of my dad moving out.They hadn't noticed a change in my apperance at all.But they did notice when I pierced my nose.
I went and got it done after school and when I got home,my mom demanded to know what I had done to my face.She told my dad and they sat down to decide a good punishment for me,which just started another argument.They finally settled on grounding me for a month.Whoop dee doo.Its not like I listened anyway.I just went back the next day and pierced my eyebrow and my lip.
My make-up was just as bad.I wore heavy black eyeliner,powder which made my pace appear pale,smokey gray eyeshadow and sometimes black lipstick if I was feeling bold.My bitten down,chipped nails were always painted black and I took off my long-time-cherished charm bracelet that Lizzie gave me when I was 7.Nobody talked to me anymore,except for Gordo.But I didn't care.I didn't give a fuck what they thought.I heard what they said behind my back.Gothic slut.Blair witch.Deranged bitch.I wasn't gonna let them make me feel bad.I felt bad enough.