Dear... book, ( yep I'm calling you book)
Okay this is my way of expressing myself my mom said it would "help" me because of course I need help ugh. she hates that I'm not popular like her, when she was in high school.
Its just not my style, who wants all that attention? OHH wait I already now that, the sluts, whores, tramps, jocks, boy toys, and EVERYONE IN THE WORLD but not me I sometimes think I'm the only normal person.
just being normal has A LOT of down side, like there are always unanswered questions and that's basically what my life is, a big question.
My mom said that I had " friends " I'd have the answers but, who needs friends. It not going to impact ANYTHING all there going to do is leave that's what everyone does, at one point in everyone's life we leave with out a trace.when the person you left meets your eyes again there surprised because their both different, change over came the two of them. y'all walk past each other and act like there just another person, and that's your relationship with them now
Strangers
With Unshared
memory's
Well now that my feelings are out of the way let me introduce my self to you... book
I'm Mackenzie I'm fifteen and you are now my only friend
You lucky book 😊😊
: hello the author here tell me in a comment how did I do should I keep writing ?? :
YOU ARE READING
Trust
RandomWhat is this… as this i mean the world what are the answers to the questions I NEED to know This is the story to answer all of Mackenzie's Questions She'll just have to TRUST
