Well, I hear I am again worse than before I was with Jordan. I need to be wasted, more or less high. I'm walking around this city I'm in very confused. Confused about love, life, afterlife, my life, your life, everyone else's life. Why do some have it good and others have it terribly worse? Why do people leave just because they can't handle the person they claim to love? Why can't I have a joint in my hand? Questions of a brilliant mind, I tend to think the stupidest questions are the smartest, questions you know the answer to but still ask. I slowly walk up to my apartment now that I'm back home feeling abandoned and disrupted from my peace. Jordan come back soon please.
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All our bruised bodies
FanfictionSamantha is a broken 18 year old girl, until she meets jordan that is. But will Jordan even be able to fix this broken beyond repair girl?
