So, the basics.. I'm Priscilla, a fifteen year old in a shitty little town. Im a Sophomore surrounded by two faced people who call themselves my friends, with a slight drinking problem. waiting for someone to finally notice that im not happy.
Im past caring, all i want is a way out. i want hope, not just a distraction from this pain. because lets face it, at night, we all stop and think about everything we try avoiding. im tired of pretending, im not happy anymore. but i numb the pain at the expense of my liver. so tell me, when will anyone ever notice im running out of reason to why i should be alive.