Going through flashbacks of my childhood, my mom and dad weren’t always there in our house. They were both workaholic s. I hate them so much they ‘cause they didn’t even notice my achievements, mistakes or anything ‘bout me they always focused on their work that will lose soon. Those times were all nightmares of mine. If memories could only be buried I would do that and left those only memories that made me happy. The regretful feelings of all was they were not been a part of those happy memories only one person is a part of it not other than Ash. They are always saying that I’m rebellious, maybe in some time yes they were right when I deeply think about things but maybe they were wrong too. I’m not doing rebellious acts though, I’m just begging inside for their love and care.
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NonfiksiAlison Campbell, that's my name. I'm screwed up with such girly things so I'd better like boyish ones. I am used to be alone but met this guy who made my life happier. By the way, I'm a punk rocker!
