I'm unsure of the future and the consequences of my actions, but I'm ready for a change. I have hidden myself for years and feels like forever. I am a creature of habit and usually fall back into those said habits. It's just fucking life (pardon my French). I still suffer from the pain of my parents and the own pain I've infected on myself. I still feel like a zombie brought back to life and as long as I'm on this dreadful journey and medication I'll always be at bay and miserable. The death of my mother will always haunt me and the brown eyed man I thought was a blessing in disguise. I'm not sure how to end this chapter. I know it's short and to the point, but here it is.
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Abnormalies By S.N. MORRIS
NouvellesYou ever wish it was easier to find your soul mate? This story is for you! Now, this story is finished I might make another short story to finish up and tie loose ends. I expect y'all would love to read more ? Disclaimer: This story is a work of f...
