Waking in the usual depressed stupor of an early Friday morning,nothing new nothing changes.
"Why do I bother" I groan,voice coarse like a field of gravel. Coughing to clear my blocked chords and using the thin stump excuses for arms to propel my self upwards but only falling back into the warm comforting arms of my bed sheets "ahhh better" I say comfort filling my voice but soon interrupted by my screaming mother "JAKE WAKE UP" she shouted catching me off guard and making me sit bolt upright,i sighed and replayed lazily with "yes mother" the only thought I had,*damn I hate her wakeup calls*
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life
Non-Fictionmaybe some sensetive subjects but hopefully not a horrific first write (cover is not real blood and kinda based on my life-ish+would appreciate feedback thx for readin any questions feel free to ask in comments)
