Aravis_Tarkheena14
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How does a person know what gift they have? Or really anything for that matter. I had been thinking about that a lot lately then one day I decided I was done. Done with impressing people, and trying to be the best. Trying to get into a good college, one I want to go to. Tired of picking out clothes to wear, of being judged, of being made fun of, of being ignored by guys. So one day I decide that I'm not going to do anything any more. I lay at home gaining weight, my mind is turning to mush, i don’t even remember what a book is, I haven’t taken in a shower in days, my parents have forgotten I'm even there, other than the stench. And yet it’s the calmest I’ve felt, but also kind of sad and alone. Even when I was stressed there was still people around me. But here in my room there are none. Sometimes I think I mite go crazy, or that I am going crazy, or that I’ve always been crazy. Who knows? I sure don’t since I cant even remember what day of the week it is. Tuesday? Thursday? Saturday? All the days are the same to me except Sunday. My parent, my now single mother, has said that I can give up on life as long as I still go to church. So I do, I feel every eye on me, judging me, saying look there is that girl who used to be something but now is a bum, hobo, retard, loser, lump, the list goes on. Its so hard to not just get out of my chair and run, but I stay for my mom’s sake. It’s hard to see my old friends at church all wondering what happened? What made her go over the edge? Of course none of them know my whole story, they probably never will. They know parts of it, pieces of the puzzle, most of it is just rumors some of it is truth. So hear I am to tell my story, The story of Mary Ann : the rise and fall.