Some stories don't get told.
I should know, mine certainly never did.
I guess that's why I'm writing this right now. Because I realized early on that nobody actually cared enough to do it for me.
Pathetic. Here I am. A 22 year old woman with way too much time on her hands. Sitting on the floor of my kitchen with dried tears resting on my cheekbones, as I pour my heart out onto a few pieces of paper.
Hoping that someday, someone will understand why I turned out the way that I did. And why I could never talk to anybody about it.
So here I go.
I guess it all technically started when I was 5 years old...
Wow this is really really short but I'm new at this and I'm still figuring out my writing skills.
YOU ARE READING
The Story That was Never Told
Teen FictionI think it'd be best if you didn't read this story. It gets off track, I'm not writing it anymore, and in the end, like chapter 8 or something, I tell you that I'm done, and then go on a rant about what was going to happen in the whole entire book...
