The day I was sent off the college was the utter most best day of my life.
Not only was I now free to do whatever the fuck I wanted whenever I wanted, but I had no parents around to tell me otherwise.
I'm in my last month of being 18, and shit was about to get real.
YOU ARE READING
Colours {punk l.h. au}
Hayran KurguEverything is grey. His hair, his smoke, his dreams, And now he's so devoid of color He don't know what it means.
