Untreated. She's 14. She's a dancer. She likes boys. She lives in Virginia. She adores food, music and clothes. She loves to dress up. She believes in miracles. She loves to smile. She loves the sound of rain. She's a teenager. She's been lied to. She's broken. She's deep into her dreams. She's sad. She's scared. She's stressed. She's hurt. She's too happy to be depressed. She's going through a hard time. She wants family back. She wants them to get along. She's misses friendships. She misses that boy. She wants to be happy again. She wants to be able to believe in herself. She tries to make others feel good about themselves because she knows what its like to look in the mirror and hate the taunting reflection look back at you. She wants confidence back. She wants motivation back. She wants to be able to sleep at night. She wants to stop having to put on a fake smile and force a laugh everyday. She wants to surround herself with positive words and actions. She wants her good grades back. She wants someone to understand. She wishes she could trust. She wishes she could talk about it. She wants one good day. She wants to get back to reality. She wants her life back to normal. She wants it all back.
