Looking deeper into the meaning of life, you start to realize the art of all the negatives and positive outcomes of it. Pay attention to the wind and listen to what it has to say to you.
After what happened with my parents it was fuck them, fuck make, and fuck manny. Fuck everyone who left me. Duck everyone I can't talk to and fuck everyone who didn't want to help me.
Do they even want me to get better? Do they wanna help me? No they fucking don't so I'm done. I'm done everyone's bullshit. I'm leaving again. And maybe for good.
It was late and very dark outside. I went over to my closet and put on my zip up jacket. I slid on my sweatpants and put my hoodie over my head.
I walked out of my room and rushed to the door before anyone came.
I didn't have my bike or my phone so I walked really fast to the nearest train station. I was looking around making sure nobody was following me. Checking corners to see if anyone was there. I was paranoid.
Sitting on the bench as I waited for a train to take me anywhere a man sat next to me. He didn't say a word.
Waiting and waiting my train pulled up. I stood up to get in but my arm was pulled by the man. He put a cloth over my face and I closed my eyes.
Too be continued.......
Bitch this is the end. Satisfied or not. This mf got kidnapped. That's what her ass get tryna go everywhere. Not my problem.
Im working on another story. Y'all should read it when I release it 👀
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