At the dance, competitions were starting so I stopped working. Not officially giving my resignation.
My father and my stepmom were dragging my ass to every competition. Both of them were mad, as I never thanked them. Why? I didn't want them to take me. My mom could, other people could. Them. I wanted nothing from them, but they didn't accept me going with people I felt more comfortable with. So again I was being yelled at, now for being an ungrateful spoiled brat.
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My Truth Untold
Non-FictionThis book isn't for others. Usually, I write intending to help others pass through hard stuff and understand how precise situations can be felt. But this one, this book is different. This book is to help me. May I kill this beast, slowly eating me...
