Killing you slowly

I'm 15, I live in the 7even 7even 5ive. R3N0, NV to be exact. I'm a singer, I'm a writer, I'm a dancer. Now how does that all work out? I have no idea either. I like to be alone most of the time, I hate the silence. I would like to run away someplace all by me self. My blogs have hidden meanings dont try to hard to think about them.
Wed Sep 23

My mom hates this story haha

Jude(not finished) by Frankie Lane

Jude was one of those girls who was not quite sure of who she was yet. She was just fifteen years old when everything started making sense. She had understood now that when her parents said no, it meant no, and yes didn’t always mean they trusted her. She had plenty of friends but never seemed to stick out on her own, and was always following what they did. This is her story.

            One Friday night her friends had told her they heard about this huge party that all the seniors were going to and they were all invited. Jude feeling intimidated said she would go and everyone would have a blast. Her friends all showed up at the party at around 11 p.m. when everyone was already so gone. This guy handed her a shot of some strange smelling alcohol to get her mind racing. She drank in all in one gulp and her face wizened. All of Jude’s friends looked at her in astonishment and took shots as well. This got their hearts palpitating real fast now. Jude felt the need for more and more, even though she had no idea what was going on anymore.