it's another one of those nights where it's harder to breathe than it is to cry but you do the former instead of the latter because crying will get you nothing but a bunch of yelling and a psychoanalysis.
you really don't need that right now.
a/n:
i just really need a hug sometimes.
also i moved. so yeah. i'm in texas. yeehaw.
also, i have no clue how to put lines in. oh well.
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the road
Teen FictionThis is your front row seat to my personal journey through hell and back. An account of all that happened, is happening, and will happen. Think of it as a road. A wide stretch of black tarmac glimmering in the summer heat. You don't know where you'...
