I found something. When we were younger I used to have this insane dream of us getting married. I had this small black book of wedding dresses and plans of what it would all be like. I had a theme of red, white and black. It was supposed to be perfect but now, I'm not even sure anymore if I'll ever get married.
I don't feel like I'm the type for someone to want to marry. I always, in a sense, preferred sneakers over heels and torn snap backs over tiaras. Nobody wants that... You never wanted that.
Let's add a little more to this "being single forever" talk. Earlier today, you decided to tell everyone I was a dyke. You said that I once told you I don't like the thought of dick but I swear to you that I'm not a lesbian nor have I ever had the thought of becoming one.
Also, please don't keep telling everyone I'm a whore, okay?
I don't mean to be.
I'm sorry.
....and for the record, I didn't mean to cry when that book burned.
(I don't mean for this chapter to be offensive to anyone)
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Forgot to Mention [Completed]
Cerita Pendek~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A lonely girl starts writing letters to her ex best friend and former crush and begins placing them in his old locker at the end of everyday. She starts considering the locker to be her new best friend and re...
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