So I'm 17 as of this moment and I've done some pretty shitty things to a lot of people, people who didn't deserve what I did, and some of those people I don't even know. I've never told anyone about most of these things, because well, who would? You know you're a bad person when you won't tell your best friend everything. I've cheated, lied, stole, snuck out of my house more times than I could count, been the other woman way too many times, slept with men way over my age, done a few drugs here and there, and a lot more stuff than I can think of at the moment, but the important thing to know is how I got here and why I'm this way. People ask me all the time why I do the things I do and I say the same thing every time: because it felt like fun.
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The Dove
Teen FictionShe was broken, but innocent when he found her. She trusted him with everything and he held her whole world in his hands. He lied, stole, and cheated her out of the happiness that he helped build. Now he is to blame for for what she has become.
