We are the good sons and daughters. We never drink, we never smoke, we never sneak out, we’ve never failed a class, heck, we’ve never dated anyone. And so, you held us to expectations that we’re higher than one could even fathom, and you’ve choked us with the pressure of being perfect. We are direct products of this. She has panic attacks, suffers sleepless nights, forgets to eat because she's so stressed sometimes. We’re still the good sons and daughters, we’re just starting to crack.
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Excerpts From Stories I'll Never Write
FanfictionIt works like an ideas book. Just quick ideas for stories I'll probably never make full length stories. ❤
