Teen Idol

Warning don't read unless you are over the age of 16.

They're supposed to be the best years of your life. Pft. Life. I give up. Right now I want to drink until my body is make up of 80% alcohol instead of water. The pretty lies. The ugly truth. Need to find my vodka. My teenage years have not only been filled with thoughts that could only be in your nightmares, your fears and your darkest of secrets. I'm eighteen going on thirty. God I look such a mess.

Today I wanna be a bottle blonde. Had enough of this fucking mess on my head. God, where my fags? I stare in the mirror. My pale face is layered with paste of foundation. Lipstick bright and luxurious. My eyes are black with daggers as my eyelashes spike up. I check for any breakouts. Nothing thank god. I'm standing in my underwear looking at my thin physique. It's lifeless, boney and unattractive. Who cares anyway? The guys don't. I guess I'm like a 21st century slapper.

I think about my high school years. They were some of the best years of my life. My dream was to always be a singer. An idol. Be adored by extreme fanatic people, shouting my name in chants. " Lola , Lola " .Singing my songs, feeling the adrenaline on the stage. Something changed. I had a record out. Reached number 3 on the billboard. Then my world fell. I mixed with the wrong people. The type that take advantage of young girls, take drugs, go to parties and trash everything. That kind. Instead of being sixteen I was burning buildings and drinking the toxic poison until my body couldn't take it any more. But i couldn't help with falling in love with Ethan. We're all very lovely until we get to know each other when we stopped being friends and start becoming lovers. Then I became a home wrecker and found breaking hearts fun.