1:51am Tuesday, November 25
Bed in guest bedroom vibrates when train goes by. Not even ghetto. I like it. I am soooo weird.
I have really long fingers, but I am not into fingering myself. It's like meh. I'm not good at it. I don't really try.
I love stoner stories. They are so freaking hilarious. I laugh for years.
I gotta figure out my life. Set up a timeline. At 16, do this, 17 that and so on.
Fuck that hookup culture. I'm looking for a loyal boyfriend and a piece of pie. Ain't nothing wrong with that. Call me "old fashioned" for wanting to fuck one person at a time. At least for the first round, please?
I feel like I'm choking on my own blood. I'm okay though.
My stomach is growling for that 2am snack.
I feel the energy of this city turning me into something else. It's only midnight back home.
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Satan School of Sophomores
Teen FictionA year, documented, of a young, confused teen girl's life as she struggles and experiments with the modern world of sex, drugs, and the opposite gender. This work contains crude language, intense/inappropriate situations and other more or less mild...
