The very first thing I can remember of my life, is when it all went to shit.
I was 8 and my dad died, ever since then, I can't remember the last time I was happy. My mom took me to every psychiatrist she could find, and they still couldn't figure out what was wrong. Until I met Dr. Brown, she found out what was wrong with me, I had bipolar disorder. Yeah, yeah, basic I know. The people here are stupid, we had to go 3 towns over just to find her. Ever since then, I've been on meds that make me feel empty and tired, It's depressing. Not that I'd feel it, the meds are there to make sure I don't. I didn't make many friends growing up because I was "the fat kid", my meds ruin a lot of things for me.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
The art of unexpected love
RomanceDark, Artistic, Gothic girl meets Stereotypical Popular boy, Or is he stereotypical? Maybe he doesn't want to date a cheerleader after all.
