"be careful what you wish for"
This is a saying everyone is taught about at a very young age yet most of us still wish for something bad to happen to those who harm us. There's nothing to be ashamed about really because everyone does this out of spite. However, what happens when things start to really come true? What happens when you wish your dumb math teacher to hell for calling you out in front of the whole class? What happens when your bully gets stabbed after insulting you as well. What happens when everyone who does anything to harm you get killed? If you're still interested I suggest you keep reading. Because this book isn't just about 'karma' possibly granting your wish for death on some people. This book is about romance and love and how I fell in love and was given the worst possible fucking luck in the world. And no. This isn't a story made for your entertainment, this story is based off of pure facts and evidence. No magic either. This story is simple a portion of what has occurred in my life. But I guess I should just start at the beginning...
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Six Feet Under
Romance"Doesn't it bother you that he always treats you like shit?" He questioned. His voice low with curiosity. Without even glancing beside me I shrug nonchalantly. "I'm used to it. Why does it both you?" "Yes." He says clenching his jaw. His green g...
