why am i even here?
what's my purpose?
i guess i'm not believing what happened. how could i not? i was there, i did it and the evidence was staring me straight in the face.
amelia thomas
sunrise: august 4, 1994
sunset: december 19, 2011
why is it so hard for me to believe?
"you'd still be here if you weren't so filthy." i spat.
i threw the black rose on her grave and with one last look, i turned around and left.
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
empty december.
Teen FictionA short story on the trials and tribulations of a depressed teenage psychopath. LOL, SERIOUSLY. DON'T READ THIS SHIT. I WROTE THIS WHEN I WAS JUST STARTING OUT WITH WRITING. IT'S CRAP. SERIOUSLY, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!
