Zayn
Last night was a fucking catastrophe, my mom could seriously use a fucking tape to keep her mouth shut from saying more useless shit than she already does. I mean what's with her always babbling about me going into family business and handling some dumb property with those dickheads working for her, besides she is not my real mom. Who is she to fucking order me around and expect a shit ton from me? She should at least be thankful for a son she could never give birth to.
And that-hear-me-out-please-I'm-desperate-to-fuck pchick, was a cherry on the top to my already fucking flaming anger. Her presence was oddly familiar, she was lucky I only said that little to her, perhaps I should have just gotten laid. Coming back to the tool that is my mom. Why does she even waste her time thinking she could persuade me? Besides, what good would I do to her business other than being its fucking downfall?
Being taken in a fucking rich, no, fucking insanely opulent family has its perks but the drama never seems to subside. The never-ending sets of issues that come dragging me along with mom and dad. Don't even get me started on that crap. So much for being rich when you can't even learn how to live happily with your own fucking family.
Sometimes I wish I was never adopted.
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I decided to miss my classes today. What the fucking sense anyways?
I'm in my extravagant kitchen, making butter and blueberry jam toast. I think about the girl I saw a few days before, she was so hot and innocent, but of course I passed out before any of the good parts started.
Later that night, is another party which I miss. Dan being rather manipulative, tried hard to get me to go but I am not one to budge from my decisions. Sleep was the only best option out of going to the fucking party with an irritating throng of people, so I chose to stay in bed. Fucking dumb pathetic fucking life.
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Bloom
Romance"I hate you." I scream in his face, not realizing that he has me backed up against a wall, only inches away from me. "I hate you." I whisper again, my breathing heavier and my drained feeble body aching with desire. His proximity is killing me and...
