My name's Elena. I'm 14, Bisexual.
I come from the Land Down Under. Woo!
I've got no way to attract any attention from boys or girls.
Go me!?
I'm a music fanatic.
My self-esteem is broken like a birds wing, I'm so far behind from being fixed.
Inhale, exhale. I write on walls that no one notices. Blueberries taste amazing in porridge.
I'm addicted to writing. I write about anything and everything. I'm trying to hold my head above water. I'm suffocating, drowning.
I love paper lanterns and fairy lights.
Cold sarsaparilla in glass bottles.
I judge people on what their hands are like.
I wish I was skinny like the girls at school. I'm trying hard to be.
I'm going slowly insane, with no cure to this madness, and no one can help me. I do what I do best; lie. I paste on a fake smile every morning and act like I'm not dying on the inside. Instead, I'm bouncy and loud and you'd think I'm sane.
The worst part is that I'm not, and no one cares enough to see through the pain I'm going through.
Welcome to Reality, nicknamed Hell. If you're interested in our services, please use the 'fucked up' route to my inbox, and service shall depart to you within 24 hours.
