Monolouge Of An Screwed Up Teen.

I feel like writing.

I don't know why, I just do.
I just want to.
I looked bad at my old wattpad, think about my old friends and I realize I'm taking stuff to the grave, stuff I'm not even gonna say on here, stuff I'm never telling a living soul.
If I let any of that out, I'm done.
The lightest stuff was that we were thieves, damn good ones too.
Or that.. I already said too much.
For a 14 year old, I have done alot of illegal junk. I regret it all.
Growing up in a bad neighborhood? Can I blame it on that? Nope.
The friends around me?
Nope, well, sorta but nah.
The devil, himself?
A little.
I can only blame myself. I'm willing to admit that,
Hey kid, if you are reading this, I'm sorry for at that place. That time.
Also, girl, you know who you are.
I love you. I really do, always have.
But I can't do anything about it but everyone deserves a last kiss right?
Anyway, this is my sign off. I hate you all. But its okay. So do you. You just don't know it.