I have a lot of names Bitch, slut, gossip attention seeking whore, but normal people who don't hate my guts call me Emily.
I'll just start it from the beginning where I use to be happy.....my childhood.
When I was 9 my mom and dad were togather happily. My mom loved my dad to death and my dad to her too. I had a younger sister named May, she was 5 years old. We were a happy family like we were one of those families where we did spoil the Easter bunny , the tooth fairy, or Santa we just dreamt on.
My mom worked at a office with paperwork and things which was pretty boring to me. My dad's job seemed important he was in the army, and my sister was in 1st grade.
With my dad in the army he wouldn't have a lot of time to spend with his family but he'll always try because he loved us that much. My mother would never cheat on him she would always wait for him to come home which is one thing I loved about her.
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Just Maybe
Teen FictionI don't frickin understand my life. It's so complicated giving me hell but in the end it wants to change? Makes no sense if it wanted to change then why not in the beginning?!!?
