I believe things in life happen for a reason. We live in a place full of crime, hatred and beytral but there are little things that keep us together like love, friendship and trust.
16. My last year of high school, when I met the one guy that changed everything. Most of my high school years I was nobody but a shoulder to cry on, and for that I feared love. Feared what it could do to me. I thought that I would only hurt myself so I started pushing away the one person I loved unconditionally.
I never really knew what love was. All I knew was that I hated it. My friends would always run to me crying about it. It always created a chaotic atmosphere and because my parents where together but constantly arguing, I didn't see the point. I thought it was pathetic, but at the same time I wanted it. I wanted to understand why all of these girls risk getting hurt, why everyone wants it so much. It was confusing. I felt lonely, like I was locked up in a room screaming to the top of my lungs and no-one was hearing me. I thought to myself "Why do I always have to help others? Why can I make them happy and yet fail to make myself happy?" The only thing that I ever could run up to was my best friend, Ana-Louise. She was the only person that could look me straight in the eye and know what's wrong. And because I was the only child, I couldn't always run to her.
I am Julie-Anne. And this is my story.