Intro

Sometimes life gets in the way of your life. Everything goes perfect for so long, but perfection is just an illusion that  temporarily blocks out the real troubles. This is what I realized that cold November. My life was always a typical storybook of a suburban white girl. I attended great schools, had a seemingly perfect family and always went along with the 'cool kids'. Then things  starting crumbling down slowly piece by piece like a cliff being worn into sand. The strange thing is that even when my life seemed the saddest and loneliest, I never lost the ability to appear perfectly... Content. It's a crazy thing,  life.  It's like  floating. Floating through the days just trying to get it over with to return to the place where we all are actually happy; asleep lost in our dreams. It's a classic tale in these days, slapping a smile on your face but being screaming miserably on the inside. Of course there were things to cover up the boredom and pain. The alcohol lasts for a night only until you wake up and realize that you're still stuck in that place... Hopelessly waiting for something better to come along. And that's where my story begins.