Penn State University.
Home to the craziest sorority girls, most obnoxious athletes, and a girl that yearns for a boy that she can't have.
Sage Williams is the girl that nobody had noticed in high school. She was the youngest out of her siblings. S...
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Sage Williams
Life was the paper and I was the finger that would always get the cut.
I hated mechanic pencils. I'm serious. I hated them. There is nothing worse than getting to a good point in your writing and then having to click for more led only to find out that you are out of the led.
However, the regular number two pencils were right up my alley. Sure, I had to carry a pencil sharpener everywhere I went but it was a lot better than just not having any led at all. I especially loved them for the way that whenever I wrote using them I would grip them so hard that my fingers would become blistered to the wood.
Letting my painful thoughts escape me one at a time.
The sun was bright, so annoyingly bright that I was pissed off that I couldn't close the damn curtains because my parents had taken them off of the fucking window. Great, right?
And it wasn't because they were some freaks who take their kid's doors or curtains away as punishment. Trust me, I never had friends who had parents like that– but I have heard of people who did have strict parents like that.
My parents weren't strict.
They were borderline annoying. Well, actually, I walked in on them having sex on the kitchen counter yesterday– so forget the borderline, they are absolutely fucking atrociously annoying.
