**Jewls POV**
Life isn't easy. But it sure has some damn adventures. Every since I was small, being the outcast wasn't new too me. Being called a banana didn't hurt. Growing older it started stinging like how a wasp would. "Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words may not hurt me." I recited that in the 1st grade. Now, things have changed. "Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words always hurt me." Growing up with only my Dad was hard. Not having a female model in the house screwed me up. I miss my mommy, but she doesn't miss me. </3 & that's what fucking hurts. I trusted her like if she was my best friend and after she left I couldn't trust another female again. & I still have troubles till this day. Some days I'd come home from school with bruises from what the other school girls gave me. It was either coming home with big bruises or tears rolling down my cheek. That's literally all my evening consisted of. I matured a little more & Middle school arrived. God, I wasn't ready.. Those four years hurt A Lot. It was so hard for me I once tried taking my own life away. & I failed.
AN// hii guys, it's me. It means a lot to me with your comments and your ideas. Don't be afraid to inbox me your ideas or perspectives!! Byeee<3
~xoxo_@ xmariicruzzx
