I don't know what you were doing at seventeen, but I was having fun.
Or ruining my life, depending on how you look at it.
See, I don't make the best decisions. Duh, I'm seventeen. But mine tend to be off the charts bad. I woke up in the hospital after crashing a car, injuring four of my friends. I'm not entirely sure what happened. As I recover, I flash back to happier times with my friends. Times before the accident.
I have to deal with real life though. Currently, my real life sucks. My friends were hurt badly in the accident. My boyfriend, who has leukemia comes out of remission. On top of all that, my depression is taking over. How do I deal with all this, you ask?
Drugs, yep.
Sex, double yep.
Cause that psychologist they are making me go see is a quack. I don't care what my parents say. I'm not going to sit on a couch with a complete stranger and pour out my darkest thoughts. No way!
The darkness is getting closer, and I'm not sure I can hold it back anymore. I'm not sure I care at all anymore. Will I get the help I need before it's too late?
