I am not an angel. Why did my mom even name me that? I dont even know who my mom is. The bitch put me in adoption when I was new in the world. She supposedly couldnt keep a child because she wasn't financially stable.
I was now in my third foster home. I was kicked out the first one for fucking their son and selling drugs. I was kicked out the second one for selling their dog for drugs. Now im here selling drugs once again but they dont have any boys to fuck. Just bitches with silicone lips who are spoiled by their parents.
I was done with their complaints about my piercings and tattoos and how i should get lip injections. I could easily pop their lips with a knife and see how they like it. I enjoyed their parents though. Kind and nice but werent the ones who were strict. They were carefree and actually cared.
I had been with them for a month now and i was just waiting for them to find out i had been stealing their money for drugs and more tattoos. I was 18 and soon i will be able to fulfill my dream of being a stripper and having plenty of goddamn money.
If i could leave now into the big world on my own, i would. I would find a hot ass man who could treat me right and be rough also. I would have three children. A girl and two boys. Kendra, Zayn, and Will.
People think i dont think of my future. I do a lot actually. Sex, drugs, then marriage, and kids. Dont forget the stripper part in there.
