You wake up in a cheep motel at three in the morning. Roll over and another body is fast asleep beside you. Empty bottles scatter the place. Blinds open, forcing light into the room. It's hot. You sigh. They wake up. You don't say a word. You get some pills. Happy pills. You swallow with a half empty bottle of beer. Great. You feel it in your bloodstream. Good. They go back to sleep after kissing your neck one last time. You get back into the blankets. It's hot. Goodnight.
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Jamie's Diary
FanfictionJust another edgy teen and isn't like most girls and has deep complex emotions and cries alot to The Beatles while clutching a ukulele close and wearing a slash band t-shirt and yellow scrunchie cause I'm a hopeless romantic that fits the aesthetic👌
