When I moved here four years ago, I hated myself. I decided to re-invent a past for myself, according to what I thought would be fun to be seen as by my new peers. I decided to tell everyone I used to be a party/ drug girl, but the truth is I was just a gifted kid who up until the year I left didn't fit in and hated her life. I struggled with suicide, depression, having to hide the truth from my parents.
But now I'm happy. My new past has cleansed me from the old one I never want to think of again, so much that sometimes I forget what the truth really is.
16, Female, Vancouver
" The other Me "
oil on paper
painting 24" in. x 33"in. framed