Attempting suicide ended up being one of the best things that ever happened to me because I finally didnâ€™t give a shit.
Last week, I wasÂ so excited to wear make-up to school on myÂ 11th birthdayÂ IÂ could barely sleep.Â Will IÂ wear the purple eyeshadow to…
I figured out the key to survival; dress like a total hooker. I just had to break down my mother and the world would be my bitch.
I had a newfound respect for my fellow thugs. Maybe I would make up my own gang sign?
By sixth grade, Dana called herself my â€œbest friend.â€ Befriending my lead bully seemed like a good idea at the time. In hindsight, it ended up being the pre-Facebook way to guarantee that Iâ€™d be bullied not only at school, but in my own home. Who needs technology when you have stupidity?
The first time I went over to Debbieâ€™s house, it was obvious why she ate. Her mom and dad were…
It was right in the middle of the school year, so I assumed her parents were probably given the same parenting handbook mine were. I think these handbooks were most likely given out wherever alcoholic beverages were being served.
This was markedly the first of many times that the man Iâ€™d longed for so desperately finally showed up – at the entirely wrong time.