I can't lie
I'm not okay, I hate acting like I'm happy all the time.
I'm not. I'm also not a good person.
To keep my mind off how unhappy and depressed I am I do drugs and have sex. The sex is never intended but it makes me feel alive. It makes me feel and the numbness goes away. I had sex two nights ago at 2am at the park pressed up against his car while it was raining. It was super sexy and for once I realized who I am. I am a whore. I am a slut, and I can't help it. It's who I am. I enjoy being like this. Because now I can actually feel, just not the feelings a 15 year old should feel.
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All good things are wild & free
RandomThis story, book, whatever you would like to call it is about different experiences I have had in my life. Some may be very dirty and explicit, while other may be sad and depressing. But this is about me and my story and who I am.
