My Life, Untold

This is pretty much what my locker looks like....
hangging out with the boyfriend today. yay <3

home sick

I hate drama.

I wasn't always like this. I used to be 135 pounds and loved food. I used to be normal. Now look at me. I'm nothing, I'm crazy. I am... Lifeless.
Sunlight streamed into my room. I squinted and looked towards the door. I groaned. I was hoping that being in Saint Peter's mental hospital was just a stupid nightmare. That I'd wake up to see my warm grey walls of my bedroom and hear soothing music being played softly. But when I opened my eyes, a bare hospital room greeted me. I rolled over, hoping to fall back asleep and try again to wake from this horrible nightmare.
"rise and shine, Nicole!" someone shouted, in a surpirsingly cheery voice. They turned on my light. I shot up like a rocket.
"Go get your bathroom bin. Get a shower and head into the group room. I'll be back to check on you in 15 mintutes. Now get up!" the person continued as they walked out the room. It must have been a woman, the voice was high pitched.
I got out of bed, grabbing my thin hospital robe. I clutched it around my thin waist, slowly making my way towards the desk in the hallway to get my bin. OTher kids stared at me in confusion as I walked down the too long hallway. I felt on display, and I kept my head down uncomfortably. I was the new kid to them. I blushed bright pink and grabbed the bin with my name on it. I walked back to my room.
In the bin there was a bar of facial soap; shampoo; body wash; a toothbrush; toothpaste; two small towels; a washcloth. I undressed quickly, not wanting to see myself in the mirror. I turned on the water, which only warmed up to luke warm. I got in, letting the water run over my pale skin, dampening my mousy brown hair. Washing my body, my hands ran over my jutting out ribs and the scars on my hips.
I dried myself off, putting on the hospital pants and tee shirt I slept in that night. I slipped on clean hospital socks. I was miserable. My movements were sluggish.
In the group room there was six other kids; 2 girls nd 4 boys. I sat next to a girl with many tattoos and spikey platimun blonde hair. My eyes were focused on the floor. "Hi there! The name's belle, you must be the new girl everyone's been talking about! Whats ya name?" she said in a peppy voice that was too happy for my miserable self.
"Nicole." i muttered, not bothering to look up.
"Well if you need any help or have questions, I am the one you want to ask. I've been here for 2 years now." Belle told me. Wow, two whole years spent in this crappy place. How long would I be here? Two years, 3 years, 5 years? Just the thought made my stomach do flip flops.
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I started from sratch. So yeah, hope ya like!

lalalalallalalallalalallalalala so bored.

this is a more.... srta hippyish look. hanging out with a friend tongiht maybe. so yeah........
loovveee,
jess<3

heyyy, trying to get used to doing this sorta thing.
i'm starting my story over from scratch. so yeah.
love you all!
still doing poem requests
lovvveee,
jess

I know, i'm into the templates stuff, but yeah, its a lot easier, but also a lot harder. lol.
So yeah, just saying, this is difficult. there's a buncha new crap on here, and I havent been in on i think 7 months. So yeah, its a big change. I think i like the new changes though.

I havent made sets in a lonnggg while,but i'm starting back up!