when you're happy, you enjoy the music. but when you're sad, you understand the lyrics.
i wonder what, exactly, went wrong.
i am an adequate adolescent in general. sure, i cut one or two classes every now and then. i have color streaks in my hair and i smoke corresponding to my classmates. i spray-painted a certain bridge in times past. but i have exemplary marks and my educators love me. my parents were amazing. we fought occasionally, but nothing major. i never do drugs or drink, and i wanted to stay pure until marriage. i have an early academic communications scholarship to University of Maryland.
my love for the arts pours out of me; everyone can see it. i wear my polaroid camera around my neck every day. if you pass my desk in study hall, you see song lyrics on my notebook. i aspire to develop into an stunning originator.
wait, let me make that easier. i would like to become an author.
i'm a reticent person, and it has proved difficult in the past to make me aberrant. i'm a peacemaker; i do not speak unless i am spoken to, or unless a conflict among my peers needed solving. however, if provided a laptop or paper and pencil i can express and convey my emotions in a way that verbal communication cannot.
please tell me if i am using words incomprehensible to certain audiences.
i will finish my segment, as i would suspect some of you are becoming impatient. i was subject to a humiliating and painful experience, the results to which emanated into two infants, masculine and feminine, that i had to give up for adoption and my own parents disowning me.
in short, i was raped. i became pregnant and i gave my twins, Adrianna and Anthony, up for adoption and my parents gave me up forever.
i would like to find them. but i would not expect a desire from them to hear about me, much less an affiliation with me
sorry, relationship.
well, the originator is pushing me to "hurry up". thus i shall converse with you hereafter, dear readers.
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Teen FictionSophie Rosegold - 34 years old. First got pregnant at age 16 and was forced to give up for adoption, causing her to sink into depression and anxiety as well as discovering her sexuality. Kelsy Araki - 19 years old. Was raped and became pregnant at...