Finding the faith I lost..
Part 3 ///
I turned 19 two days before going to Remar. I couldn’t believe this was my life!! How did I let my life, myself, get to this?….
This was quite early on into my addiction and looking back I thought I’d reached rock bottom.
How very sadly mistaken I was. I didn’t know it yet, but, rock bottom was quite a long way down, compared to where I thought I was at , in this moment….
This was my opportunity to show these girls I wasn’t some shy, scared and timid little English girl, who spent her days crying and her evenings either praying or crying some more..
Well no Sir, These bitches couldn’t handle half of what I’ve been through. They couldn’t tie my shoelace….
Who does that anyway?
Who hides her housemates letter, that she believes has been posted..laughing & sniggering, talking about me to my face in a language I didn’t understand.
Then go through my belongings like she’s got first dibs!!!
F#+k that..
I was becoming stronger by the day, and after the first almost two weeks, which was hell but now felt like I could take on the world.
