SCARLETT "Like a million other good ideas I've lived to regret. What are you meant to do when you're crying inside and nobody even notices? You can shout and swear and stamp your feet, get into trouble at school, dye your hair paintbox-red. You can stay out late, skip school, tell lies, break things. You can even pierce a hole through your tongue and scare old ladies on the bus, but don't expect anyone to see what's happening inside. They never will."
I don't care if it hurts, I want to have control. I want a perfect body. I want a perfect soul.
I remember when Smoking was a toke behind the P.E shed, not train smoking alone, in order to feel company. drinking was a laugh at parties, not a way to escape. Relationships were sneaking around to kiss, not sneaking to the doctors for pregnancy tests. getting high was a shared spliff in the woods, not the sole cause of content or the only cure to boredom Life has changed a f*ck load. I'm not sure I like growing up, it's not about the thrills anymore, it's about being able to stand walking on earth, looking in the mirror, making it through conversation. Can I go back please?