Throughout my life, I've always picked the worst people to hang around. I'm not saying everyone was a dochebag, but MOST of them where. I was one of those people who never did drugs or got drunk, because of what I saw it do to my father, and for some reason, half of the people I hung around kept telling me about how high they were or who they had sex with. And being the fact that I can't bring myself to say "no" or "I really don't want to hear this", I always found myself listening to what they said, because I didn't want to be "rude"
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Random Shit in my Head - Diary of a Problem Child 2016 (completed)
OverigThe title says it all Update January 5th, 2017 - The beginning is crap but it gets better at My Recurring Nightmare, so you can start there if you want. Also, the Reason Why I Was A Messed Up Kids is pretty good too.
