You wake up, starting the day with a nice big bright light in the sky. Opening your first looks you see something so wonderful so inspirational, eyes gleaming with stars as you blink your eyes twinkle in the light. Waiting till night has shown, you start to imagine what Itd be like on your own. By now you’re over the sweet age of 10, everything seems so great and happy to you. Playing with your toys wheather that be cars or stars, sometimes even more. Throughout your stages in the savoring smell of life and air, tasting everything you wanna feel. Love passes onto you like a flowing train through the wind. At first your confused, sensual, wondering what this new feeling you have is in you. Your heart flutters each time you pass by a certain someone, waiting on hearing a ‘bing’ on your phone as if it’s your life support, ‘what is this feeling’ you ask yourself daily. All your friends got boyfriends but you? Youve never seen a boy in that feeling of emotion. When boys would ask you out at a young age, saying they wanted to go ‘play’ on the slides, wooden castle playground. You’d always turn them down and respond with, “ew, boys are nasty’’. Nasty as they seemed was no for-fit to the way they made you feel disgusted inside. Years and years pass by, taking a first swig of a burning sweet addicting taste of called ‘alcohol’. As a child you was told to never even let your curiosity run that far, as you’d go to hell seeing a scary thing Christians call a ‘Satan’. While they was on subject teaching about how bad everything was they said, “Girls should always fall for a man, as that’s what Jesus would want in order for you to get into a gate called “heaven”. Heaven? A. Magical place. You was called to as a child, memories of your. Head. Being tilted back into depths of water, that a preacher has blessed. Everyone cheered and Prayed around you as if you was Jesus himself, the moment was joyful and exciting to you. Wondering what more feelings and actions that filled with emotion would lead you too far on in life. More and more years pass, the internet swarms you with websites made for adults and kids. If that goes on with the websites being p0rn or as some adults censored the word as ‘corn’. Among more ‘popular’ websites a dating website has you jumping with excitement. Meeting a girl, yes a girl; you’d only be friends right? Hopefully at least. Passing after the date you two got and months after that, her ‘boy best friend’ came into your life. At first no such thought of it, until they started hugging certain ways and excluding you out of certain things. Breaking your heart, you went home crying your eyes out. Grabbing the scissors slicing your wrists, blood poured from the open wounds. That’s when you looked in the mirror, disgusted in your appearance. Wondering if you wasn’t pretty enough for the girl you used to call your love. Staring at the slim chub on your stomach, it made yourself ill, ill to the point you quickly darted over to the toilet throwing up ever meal you’ve ate since what felt like a week ago. Tears streaming your eyes, the wounds on your wrists stinging as you clung to the toilet for dear life. Wiping your mouth, you caved the numbness alcohol brought you in your teens. Getting up with a groan of tiredness and pain, walking all the way to your kitchen. Finding the bottles of wine and tequila, you normally kept when guests came over. Popping the cork out, downing them both as if you wanted to drown. The bitter taste of both made you mind hazy and your body numb. Something you craved to feel. Passing out on what you hoped was your couch considering you couldn’t even Stand properly. You knew there was no getting into heaven now…