I Lost Myself

I once was that girl that you saw in the hallways. I was popular for me, myself, not for drugs and not for drinking because i hated them with a passion. I lost one of my best friends for that. Now i live a different life. My parents didnt get along for as long as i remeber. i could always hear them yelling at eachother and every word was a stab to my own life. I remeber as a little girl sitting with my mom and asking if her and daddy were going to get a "deevocred" and every time she shook her head and promised me not to worry. I was to young at the time to understand what a divorce ment but i took my moms word that they wouldnt and carried on my life, but slowly the anwser to my question changed. At first she just didnt seem as sure as she used to and then her yes turned into a im not sure honey and then one sad day my dad moved away. He moved back to the place he always claimed my mom made him leave. It was that day i felt my life started falling apart. My sister had border line personality disorder. Its a serious mental problem where that person does not know how to interact with the people around her like a normal person would and they will always suffer from chronic depression. My sister looks like any other person, she is beautiful and has the most amazing smile you will ever see, i love her so much and no one will ever understand how truly difficult it has been for me to love her but my love will never fade. Its so emotionaly tiring loving someone who never shows that she loves you back. A person with borderline personality disorder is moody and pushes everyone that loves them away with there moods and anger. My brother is like my strong hold, he is 7 years older than me and i dont know what i would have done without him. Through all the hard times he was always there with a warm hug and good advice and i love him unlike i have ever loved anyone in my life and he is the only person in my life that i know for sure loves me back and will never leave me. But when i started getting into drugs and alcohol i lost the girl i once was. I wish i could bring her back but truthfully i dont know if that will ever happen.
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I talk to myself constantly, narrate my life all the time, overanalysing and picking apart everything that happens to me, debate things in my head.

it was just that this was the first time I'd been talking to myself out loud.

giggle.
giggle.

i hope you find yourself again someday.