So, I became a "happy", preppy girl in 9th grade and ditched my "depressing" friends. They all hated me, except Chris, my "kinda" ex.
He said, "I'll be ready when you are, Tina."
"Get lost, loser", I said
Tonight, I dreamed of a gone daddy, a blind mother, a fake world, cuts, and scars. I was crying and angry when I awoke. I grabbed my phone and texted Chris.