MDAnonymous01

My writing begun one rainy day, the thunder clapped as I walked with my friends, and we were late. Late to our least favourite class. We were a whole 30 minutes late. But we didn't stress. We danced in the rain, expressed hatred for the people who make our lives hell, we cussed and went all JD style. That was fun. We didn't care about the consequences. We really didn't. That was the first time I was there in the moment. No guilt about my past, present and future. Just clean. And that's when it begun. Now I write. I write about gangs and JDs, love and hate, angels and devils. I write about those carefree people, the people who go through troubles everyday, but have their friends by their side, loving to hate the rest of them.