Secret #7

For my family, for my friends. For my brother, Jacob, who always makes jokes about me and even though you're just joking, you bring me that much closer to the razor blade.

I feel horrible about myself everyday. I see all these beautiful, tan, spotless, thin girls and I feel worse and worse. Even when people tell me I’m beautiful, I can’t help but feel that they’re lying. My father cheated on my mother and my mother is telling me so many stories I can’t decide what is true. My mother says one thing, and my dad says another. Which one am I supposed to believe? Which one is lying? I have lost all trust in people. Even myself. 

Reviews

[Irena]

Those people are all fake, and I bet there is more to their stories than some people think too. Not everyone, well, very few people can be trusted, but just think about those few that can. Those few that matter. Because they, we, are always there for you

[Honey]

you cant always trust everyone
but you can always trust me, and the rest of the groupie