i wake up, throwing my long brown waves with lighter streaks into a messy bun. i put on mascara to accentuate my orbs, sliding on my converse sneakers and eating a pop-tart for breakfast. sksksksksks im so quirky.
i run downstairs and my abusive mother approaches me. "i had to buy drugs somehow."
"what are you talking about?" i inquire.
she replies, "i sold you."
i turn around and see one direction!
- under your bed
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ldkbackup
Mar 03, 2024 07:14AM
eye contact is WAY too intimate. i don’t want anyone to make eye contact with me everView all Conversations