ive been in this hell hell whole for 6 months now. I guess it kind of helped me because now im emotionless. I feel nothing. I think of Kobey.... Nothing... Blaz....nothing... Taylor.... Nothing.... my life... Nothing, I think I ran out if tears to be honest. I was fully ready to die, I prayed my son is ok and being taken care of.. He doesn't need me im shit. No one needs me, only the people who use me needs me.
I sat on the dirty bed and stared out the window it was a beautiful day, wherever the fuck I was. All of a sudden I heard gun shots. I got my hopes that today will be the day I die. I sat on my bed patiently waiting for my killer. My door opened slowly, and you fucking wont believe who walked in....
{Lol had to do it sorry I know its short}
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Hurt: Mya Daniels story (urban, graphic)
RomanceMeet Mya, she looks so beautiful and innocent but yet distraught. from junkie and abusive parents to heartbreak after heartbreak and so many suicide attempts she is still holding on, but why? and urban tale of a fucked up life...
