Live, Love and Die

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My room is pretty nice. I hate it. so extra. My mom is "the mom" in the group chat she is the type of person to have -Live-Love-Laugh- decorations (which we actually do). Don't think I'm being ungrateful don't get me wrong. I might hate her, but I kinda love her a little bit. In my head, I was just thinking that I would have preferred a "Dance moms" mother type, u kno... the one that lets you go naked to the mall, and be a hoe. That is the life I would like. Deserve. But no. If I was in high school I would probably be the bullied one. I don't mind being "that" girl if I am not the girl that has an attitude when I ask for extra honey mustard. no.

I stared into the wall and feeling bad for Melania Trump. My bed is a twin bed. I can just imagine herself thinking. "Look at this orange fat bitch that owns my life". If I don't die when I am 20 I will just plan a robbery to the white house. Might fail. ion car anymo. 

"Are you sleeping"

His voice was squeaky-But kinda manly.

no.no.no.no.no.no. I've seen enough 199s movies to determine that the boy that is calling me lives next door. Not a good position for a girl that wants to stay single forevah.

I slowly went up and glanced. He was gone. I hate myself for being this shy. Will I let it control my life forever? yes.Maybe. Well no. 

I got a pack of post-it disaster and pasted "HI" onto my window. I. am.scared. Talking about this makes me think about how single I am. I am not ugly ugly, but I am not pretty-beautiful. I am just a little above average I guess. 

ATTENTION TO ALL GIRLS: Being a ride or die means staying by a man's side whether he has $500 or $5.Not when he cheats 10 times and you stay.

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