different; marter

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Matt
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I sat on my bed bawling like a 2 year old.

I can't even afford cocaine anymore, why the fuck would he tell Carter that?

"Are you alright?" My mom asked, startling me. "Yeah, I'm f-fine." I sob.

"You're crying."

"Yeah, no shit." I say wiping my cheeks. "What happened?" She asks, sitting down beside me as I cried into my hands.

"Nothing, mom.., you wouldn't understand."

"So, I still wanna hear about it," she shrugged, looking at me sympathetically. "I do care about you."

"The other guy that was here earlier set me up and was watching me, god knows how and told Carter I cheated on him and did cocaine while he was asleep when I didn't." I say.

"So you didn't cheat on him or you didn't do cocaine?" She asked, "I did cheat on him but he was okay with that; it was just the drug part that made him leave but I didn't even do that!"

"So you cheated on him? With who? Why would you cheat on him? He's cute." she said. "It was the guy that was here earlier, did you see him?! He's like a Sex God I wasn't thinking straight."

She cringed at the word sex even though she probably already knew I was active.

"You should be doing that at all, I never said you could."

"You had a 3 year old at my age, it's not like I can get pregnant anyway." I snapped, immediately regretting it. "And if I wouldn't have you wouldn't be who you are right now, you probably wouldn't be here."

"I'm sorry."

"I know I'm not the best mother but some how you've raised yourself properly and I can't be more thankful. I'm proud of you and I think you're smart enough to know how to fix this," She said, standing up, putting a hand on my shoulder. "I love you."

"I love you too; and I would hug you but I'm naked under this bullshit towel so can you like-"

"Yeah! Yeah, sorry about that I'll just.. I'm gonna go." She sputtered, hurriedly walking out the door.

I laughed to myself before going to pick out my outfit.

Pants pants pants pants.

Women's jeans are the real MVP it makes it look like I actually have an ass... I mean they're tight as hell but a least it makes my ass look less flat.

Every other guy at my school has I nice ass I feel; why the fuck can't I have one? I deserve it, since I'm probably the only boy who actually cares how their butt looks..

I picked out light coloured high waisted jeans and my oversized stussy mesh jersey, along with dark blue Dr. Martens.

I need to get new shoes this fad is going out of style.

Trans vaginal mesh.

That commercial makes me cringe holy shit.

I rolled up my sleeves, and tied my shoes, taking a deep breath as I looked in the mirror.

Let's pray I don't get a boner while wearing these pants..

Thank god for oversized shirts, I'm bloated as fuck I need to stop eating so much salt.

I grabbed my bookbag, noting that it was already 6:35 and jogged down the stairs eager to eat breakfast... For the third time in the past few hours.

My mom was sitting at the table painting her finger nails as I approached the kitchen. "Aren't you tired?," I asked. "You worked a 12 hour shift."

"Not really I've been chugging 5 hour energies since 11 last night." she said. I shrugged, proceeding to get a bowl from the cabinet.