"Being a teenager is tough...you're still trying to figure out who you are and where you fit in, it's all about self discovery Heather," My therapist says in a calm voice.  "We are here to help you honey but we can't help you if you don't help yourself," My mother says with a voice filled with pity.Everyone around Heather sees her as this unstable teenage girl who clearly needs help but they don't know for sure what's wrong with her and neither does she. In this book of self discovery, love, passion and daring friendship Heather tries to make sense of who she is and if she's really insane, everything falls in to place with "1000 ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀs ᴛᴏ ᴍʏsᴇʟғ." In my head I am sane but in theirs I am not...

1000 Letters to myself

I had finally managed to get out of bed and atleast make my bed up even if my arms were starting to hurt again. I hope these heal real fast because I really don't know what to tell mum and I'm not in the mood for her dramatic, "oh I care about you" act. She only cares when shit like this happens and when she can just send me off to one doctor to another or even worse my therapist. 


If she'd actually listen to me she wouldn't have to waste her money on some bozo therapist and some stupid doctor.As I'm busy cleaning up the mess I caused in the kitchen I think of what I'll do after this, since I basically have half of the day left. The shards of glass are all covered in blood and I'm actually surprised I didn't bleed to death or anything because there's blood everywhere it's like a murder scene except the body removed itself. After a lot of water and cleaning products and scrubbing the kitchen looks as good as new but I still wonder how this all happened and how I caused this mess. 


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