Little White Lies

New schools, I hate them! Well I just moved to Britain from Spain, I'm part English Welsh and Irish and have lived in England until I was 5 moved to America until I was 10 southern Ireland until I was 15 and then Spain until now, I'm 19 and have moved to England...to be precise the University of Leeds. I do live alone but that doesn't mater because I have to now move to a house with 8 strangers, wish me luck!

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I had just finished my first concert that was part of my tour. 2 years had passed. I have built a strong relationship with Alex, who it has become apparent I am dating. Louis hides his feelings well but I can see through his lies that he does like me. I just kind pf drifted away from him. It's sad really. But for all of my gigs and concerts and shows for the first time ever I had hate posters and banners. I can remember one said DIE. In red paint. Just that one word, I tried to keep strong through it and I managed to finish the concert. Another said Hang Yourself. They got taken out the building. My Twitter built up and up and my hate went up and up with it. I got hate everyday. I tried to delete it but I got to much to delete in one day. They tell me I'm fat and Ugly, I'm worthless and a bitch. They call me a slut and slag. They tell me to kill myself and I can't sing. They say I look like a druggie or I'm so fat I could be pregnant. They make up rumors and stories of how I'm cheating on Alex and that I'm doing drugs. I look at my crying face in the mirror and wipe my tears. I'm in the hotel  bathroom and the door is locked. Alex and Louis are either side of my room. I have my tooth brush and tooth paste in a cup beside the sink I'm standing at and my wash bag and a loose razor beside that close to me. I pick it up and fiddle with it in my hands staring at my face in the mirror. I brag it closer to my arm still staring in the mirror. I cut across my skin. 1 cut. 2 cut. 3 cut. More, more, more. I bit my tongue to stop my screams as blood poured down my arm and into the skin. *bleep*  my Twitter went off. I unlocked my phone with my non bloody arm. '#cutforarina I'm not wasting my blood on something as worthless as her.' I cried more. Another cut. When will this stop!?

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