I have a dance recital, but I can't dance in it.
My legs aren't working, so I'll be watching from the front row in my wheel chair.
Also, Demon has a Wattpad, it was Mitchell's, but he gave it to Demon.
I'm actually rolling around backstage talking to my friends. Sarah, the girl I was doing a duet with is now doing a solo. She's amazing. I really want to dance, but I actually can't move my legs at all.
YOU ARE READING
This Title Will Be Long And Pointless, But You Will Read It AnywayNon-Fiction
So this is the real me, not the me my family knows or my friends know. This is the me that has tried to take his life and regrets that it didn't work. I'm sorry my sister that you may read this and I'm sorry that I didn't tell you or mom and dad. O...