I can't resist. I check my phone when I get home. So much crap. I'm done with my phone. I put it up on a shelf and grab a book, maybe this will distract me. (Buzz Buzz) what now?! I grab my phone and shut it down. I can't haddle this anymore, it has to stop. I feel tears stinging my eyes. I can't believe how this has changed my mood. Not even reading those and I'm still so upset. But no one can help me. No one can stop these kids. I'm alone, all alone.
I sneak downstairs, grab a beer and go back upstairs. Thats enough I chug it and finally all these feels are numb.
YOU ARE READING
Harmless or deadly?
Teen FictionSocial media apps, we all use them. Some people show what they eat or what they are doing. Others send hate. When 16 year old Joy gets these messages she gets depressed, not just sad or upset. She figures out who is behind this, her ex-boyfriend, Br...
