freshman year Happy, scared, young, full, and ready for whatever it is thats about to hit you. You loose your bestfriend, and your virginity. You gain a new clique, and a body count.
sophomore year your freshman expertise kick in and you think youve got the feel for the highschool life. You fail chemistry, and go to your first party. you are now a **** You think youre cooler than your ex bestfriend because you have ten bucks saying that shes never had a boy see her underwear or that shes never been as drunk at you.
junior year You spent your summer in therapy, in and out of mental hospitals because your eating disorder became deadly, and all of the friends you partied with cut you off because your newest bestfriend convinced you to sleep with one of their exs. You come back to school as dead as you have ever been and you spend every lunch period in the art room painting your sorrows away and you spend every night at home doing the same only this time your wrist becomes the canvas.
seinor year** Your down to one medication a day now and you have commited social suicide all summer by staying in to gaurd yourself from turning to drugs and alcohol again to hide the pain. Graduation is arround the corner and you realize you could finally be happy once this is all over.
Happy to be out of that hell hole, but inspired by scho starting again.