I hope I die, I think they want me to die

Is it just me or do people bring unwanted babies into the world, treat them like shit, make them miserable, and then say that they should be so lucky to have a roof over their heads and a meal on the table? I talked back because my parents want me to stay at home doing… Continue reading I hope I die, I think they want me to die

Story of a highschool steriotype (pt. 3)

Krissy shuddered as she walked out into the crisp air, skipping down her front steps into the gentle hum of Reggie’s jeep. “Hey, babe” he sweetly smiled as he put his big hand on her bare, milky white thigh. Her green eyes looked into his hazel fogs. She straightened up quickly, checking her smokey make… Continue reading Story of a highschool steriotype (pt. 3)