Fake it till you make it. It's something I always say to my friends and now I gotta practice what I preach. It won't be hard, for most of my life I have always believed that I'm a character, a nearly perfect girl.Effortlessly beautiful, smart, confident and of course a badass queen. And I managed to bring that character to life, morphing into her since I was a little girl.But as I stare at the mirror, looking back at my reflection, I see the me I was before I transformed into my true self. It's her, the disgusting dirty little girl, the person I despise most in the world.She's mocking me, laughing at the fact that one grave mistake, one drunken escapade fuelled with intense lust and anger has brought back all those ugly memories I have always managed to suppress.A lot of things went wrong on the night of my birthday and I have so many regrets. If I could take it all back I would, but I can't so there's no point in dwelling on the negative. This will just be another memory I will s
We need 2 talk!!As I read the lastest message from Tatiana, all I can think is, she saw us! I had hoped that maybe she was too intoxicated or maybe it was too dark and that she didn't actually see anything.But from these hundreds of text messages she's been sending me since last night, I can tell that I'm not mistaken, she saw me with my tongue down her brother's throat last night.And now she wants us to talk about it. Given all these new messages on phone it seems like everyone wants to talk to me. Did Tatiana tell everyone about what she saw? Somehow I doubt it, Tatiana wouldn't do that but just to be sure I switch off my phone so that no one can get in touch with me.Besides my phone is distracting enough and I need to get ready for school!I look back at the girl in the mirror and I have to say I look great. Yes, I'm one of those girls who
.....the light is getting dimmer and dimmer but I don't mind because I'm finally embracing the darkness.....I have to say, poetry is my coping mechanism. Reading and writing it is not only a form of self expression for me, but it helps me deal with my anxiety and depression. And right now I can't stop writing and it's because I'm one minute away from having an anxiety attack.I have been the new girl at different schools for quite a number of times but I still can't get over first day nerves. You would think that due to all this constant moving and school changes, I would have mastered the art of being the new girl.But no, I still get nervous everytime which results in awkward first expressions which ultimately leads to not making any friends. Yep, I don't have a social life of any kind."You know, you could at least pretend to be excited about this new school." My mother says as she drives me t
I think my talent in this world is keeping secrets. I have even mastered keeping secrets from the people I'm closest to in the world, my three best friends, soon to be four.Yes I know a lot of things, like the fact that Max and Santiago have been hooking up behind everyone's back for a long time now or the fact that the sole reason why Tatiana wears makeup is to hide the occasional bruises 'accidentally' inflicted on her by her stepfather.Maybe the later isn't something I should keep a secret but it's a sensitive subject and I know Tatiana wouldn't appreciate me talking about it.But the biggest secret I have managed to keep to myself has to be about myself. It's something I have never been able to talk about with my parents, my friends or even myself.I have always been somewhat confused about my sexual preferences but I have never dared to entertain the fact that I might be anything other than straight, until now or rather until her.
Whoever said life is a game but it's not fair wasn't kidding. Life is definitely unfair, it can keep knocking you down while continuously lifting up others. Unfortunately when it comes to life my situation is the former.With each passing day my resentment grows and grows. It's directed to everyone, my mother and her boyfriend, my friends and even myself. But especially towards my mother because she's the exact definition of a failure, as a woman and most definitely as a mother.And while my resentment towards my friends is unjustified, I can't help the unsettling envy I have towards them. They have everything I could ever want in life and sometimes I can't help but feel extremely jealous."Do you like your bracelet?" I'm sitting on Mckayla's bed as she organizes her closet. I always come here after school because going home is my least favorite time.I look down at the bracelet in question. It's platinum with silver trinkets, it's so cute and of co
They call me the queen of all bitches and I own it. I am the queen alright, and I will take fear over friendly any day.But that being said, I do have friends and I'm fiercely protective of them. As the mature and intelligent one, I feel it's my job to look out for them.But despite being the smarter than everyone else, I don't know how to help my best Tatiana. I play no favourites but she's the one I'm closest to and that's including my little sister Max.Tatiana has a rough and unpleasant lifestyle compared to all of us and while that has never been a source of conflict between us, I suppose it can be overwhelming and frustrating to be surrounded by people who seem so out of touch with how the less privileged live their lives."As much as I'm enjoying this show of yours," Lukas, the only boy allowed in my bedroom, says from my bed where he's lying lazily with his shoes on my sheets! "You have been pacing for more than an hour now, why don't you just cal
We all have our vices, bad habits we can't seem to kick off no matter how many times we vow to let go of them. For example, Ashley will never stop chewing on her nails nomatter how many times Mckayla threatens to throw her an intervention.Well mine is a little more complicated than that because my bad habit, the one I can't seem to shake off, is Santiago Monroe, twin brother to one of my best friends, Tatiana.Messing around with socially labelled 'bad boy' Santiago started out as nothing but a harmless game we both enjoyed but now it's become something so secretive that neither of us can define.Don't get me wrong, I love my boyfriend, he's everything to me. But somehow I always get caught up in Santiago, I can't help it, I have tried.Speaking of Santiago, he's looking effortlessly presentable while I struggle to make myself look as normal as possible.Maybe
I have always wanted to be part of a group, to have ever lasting, intimate friendships and now I have that and more.When Mckayla said she's throwing a slumber party for my initiation I thought she was just being metaphorical. I had no idea there was going to be an actual initiation.The five of us are seated on the carpeted floor of Mckayla's vast bedroom, surrounded by lit scented candles. We are all wearing matching red silk pajamas.My new red silk pajamas are a courtesy from Mckayla of course. I have a feeling she's the mastermind behind all but anyway, if I had known this was going to be fancy I would have done a little shopping of my own.In true style we are all brushing each other's hair, something Mckayla swears is therapeutic. We are also playing secrets and sins, a game the girls invented.It's a game which involves talking about, you guessed it, your deep
Fake it till you make it. It's something I always say to my friends and now I gotta practice what I preach. It won't be hard, for most of my life I have always believed that I'm a character, a nearly perfect girl.Effortlessly beautiful, smart, confident and of course a badass queen. And I managed to bring that character to life, morphing into her since I was a little girl.But as I stare at the mirror, looking back at my reflection, I see the me I was before I transformed into my true self. It's her, the disgusting dirty little girl, the person I despise most in the world.She's mocking me, laughing at the fact that one grave mistake, one drunken escapade fuelled with intense lust and anger has brought back all those ugly memories I have always managed to suppress.A lot of things went wrong on the night of my birthday and I have so many regrets. If I could take it all back I would, but I can't so there's no point in dwelling on the negative. This will just be another memory I will s
"The number you have dialed is not available, please try later"That's it, my brother is officially an asshole. I have been calling that son of a bitch for days now and he's still ignoring me.Well, fuck him. I'm done feeling bad for doing what I had to to survive. I'm sorry for leaving him in that shit hole but I had no choice since that poor excuse of our mother basically kicked me out.But to be fair I think kicking me out might just be the best thing Delores Monroe has ever done for me. Living with my mother and that asshole boyfriend was living nightmare.The physical and verbal abuse were not even the worst part of living with Marshall, it was inhumane behavior and Delores's refusal to acknowledge his cruelty towards us that always hurt me and unfortunately it destroyed my brother even more, sadly it still does."Tatiana," I snap out of my thoughts to look at Lukas."Oh hey Lukas." I try my best to smile at him. I like Lukas, he's good to my friend and Lord knows it's not easy t
Fuck intermittent fasting, I'm having some candy and a whole lot of alcohol. This party sucks and frankly so does Kristen. So this is what it feels like to be heartbroken? The pain I felt as I watched the girl I'm hopelessly and stupidly inlove with kissing someone else left me empty. It's still there because I can still picture it in my head, Santiago and Kristen touching, hugging, laughing and finally kissing. All my worst fears were realized when I saw them together in the pool, fully clothed as they made out in the water. I feel so broken and I just want that to go away, I don't care how. So here I am, sitting cross legged on the kitchen counter and stuffing myself with chips. I think there's weed in these but it's not doing anything for me. I need something stronger, something to make me forget about what will forever be known as the worst night of my life. And then suddenly my prayers are answered when I spot Liam talking to some shirtless guy. I don't know his name but I ha
Well, this isn't how I pictured the night going.I woke up two hours earlier than usual today and went online to order quite a number of outfits. I was excited about the party and so was my mother who even offered to do my hair and makeup. Of course she was a little hesitant about helping me dress up as Emilia Clarke's character from Game Of Thrones but then shrugged it off when she realized this was probably my only chance at a 'normal' social life.But now that here, sitting alone with my legs in the balcony pool, I'm wondering if coming here was a mistake. I have barely interacted with my friends and I can't help but think that Max may be avoiding me. Or maybe I'm just imagining things, but what am I supposed to think when I'm at my best friend's birthday party but am surrounded by a bunch of teenagers I don't even know? "Well well well, if it isn't my little school buddy." A voice from behind me slurs.I turn around only to see Santiago. Well, this is a surprise, I didn't know Sa
I'm sorry. Idk wat I was thinking. Pliz talk 2 me.Genesis pliz.How long re u going 2 ignore?? How can u be such a bitch to me after everything u put thru?! I still ve dat video u know!!!Okay I will delete the video but pliz give me another chance.....Santiago's endless texts go from remorseful to anger and then back to being remorseful. I haven't responded to a single one of them. I have nothing to say to him, actually I do but none of it is what he wants to hear.It's weird being the bitchy one for a change. I usually leave bitchiness to Mckayla and Tatiana because I'm the nice one, the most carefree and easily approachable one of the group.And it's not just Santiago I'm not talking to, I'm not talking to Kristen either. Call me irrational but her sudden closeness to Santiago is something I can't stand. Santiago is my enemy now and the fact that Kristen is suddenly getting cosy with him makes me not want to be around her at the moment.And speaking of the devil I can see Kristen
Not much gets past me so I can't help but think there's more to Tatiana's story than a violent altercation between her and her mother's so called boyfriend. Don't get me wrong, I know she's being truthful about him being violent towards her, he's done it before and I have seen firsthand the bruises that bastard has unapologetically left on my best friend.And in the past everytime it happened I always begged her to move into our house, and I hate begging, but for Tatiana's sake I put my pride aside and tried to save her from her miserable life.Of course she wouldn't let me, coming up with different excuses each time I brought up the subject of her moving out. Whether it was the fact that she couldn't just leave her brother to fend for himself or that she didn't want to impose on me and my family, she was never short on excuses.But now all that has changed because a few days ago Tatiana showed up on our doorstep looking more vulnerable and emotional than I have ever seen her before.
I can't believe it, after years and years of living in crappy apartments owned by even crappier men (thanks a lot mom for your poor choice in partners), I'm living in a hotel and not just any hotel but a five star hotel! Well, this isn't a permanent situation, I know that but I try not to think about it. Or the fact that I basically abandoned my brother but in my defense I didn't exactly move out by choice, my mother kicked me out. It still baffles me that she did that, that my own mother could throw me out on the street like that. I have always known she was a shitty and weak excuse of a mother but I never thought she would blatantly choose a man over her own flesh and blood like that. But that's life, some get shitty parents and some get the best.And Mckayla certainly got the best because her dad has been nothing but a gentleman to me. I can't say this is what I was expecting when I took a chance and called him in my time of need but not only did he come for me, but he didn't ask
Strange things have been happening lately. For starters, up until today I hadn't had chocolate cookies or anything with chocolate in a really really long time. I feel like I have gained ten pounds and with good reason too, I had eight chocolate cookies! I wish I hadn't but I couldn't say no to Kristen, not when she was giving me the big green eyes.Which brings us to the second strange thing that happened to me, Kristen kissed me! I couldn't believe it when she leaned in and kissed me. It surprised me so much that I couldn't even reciprocate, I was too numb from the shock. But still it was the best kiss ever, so much better than the time she was dared to kiss me at Nick's party.And speaking of kisses, I'm still trying to wrap my head around the fact that Camila kissed me last week. I'm not going to lie, it's been keeping me awake. I mean she's practically the embodiment of the antichrist and she hates me, so what on earth posse
The one downside about being hopelessly in love with someone is that you are willing to do anything for them, including jeopardizing your own mental health. I would know, I'm a wreck right now.I feel like I'm screaming and no one can hear because that's what depression feels like for me. And the worst part of feeling like this is that no one can help me because no one can ever understand how much it hurts. And I can't exactly make them understand because that would mean explaining to them that I'm in this current state because against my better judgement I decided to log into my social media accounts to check on the person I'm in love with who also happens to be my guidance counselor slash teacher who also happens to be very married.I don't know where I got the balls to stalk Mr Zukov on Instagram but I impulsively did and now I'm paying the price."You were doing so well." My mom is sitting on my bed, stroking m