When i was born my mom worked as private baby sitter, the youngest child in that family was only two weeks older than me. He became my best friend. Being a stupid little girl i went around introducing him as my boyfriend. Which was true in a sense, he was a boy, he was my friend, as well as my first kiss.
And so we grew up together, being curius in an innocent childish way. Looking back i think i did love him, and i miss him a lot. When i was five or six my mom got fired, i never got the chance to say goodbye to him. I have half a mind to go track him down and try to get in contact. But i really dont think he remembers me, and even if he did, why would he ever want to see me agian? Its not like im a joy to be around, im oftwn depressed or grumpy, a downright bitch. But the longer i wait the less likly it is that ill find him. Less likly that he'll remember me
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sorry for everything~ a biography
Non-FictionThe story I'm writing is full of true events, it all happened to me. My story does contain some sensitive information, as well as triggering topics and personal accounts of true events. Proceed with caution
