"sweetie do you have your things packed?" my bitch of a mother asked.
"since when do you call me sweetie?"
"I just wanted you to know that just because you are leaving ,doesn't mean you can't come back and visit us."she said as she walked me out of the "house" . I laughed "Yea ,okay."
I finished putting my last page in the back seat of my range rover. I know what you are thinking 'She has a Range Rover. Why the fuck is she depressed?"
My family may have money ,but it doesn't matter. I never really cared about money. I cared about love. I just care about feeling like someone needing me to be alive. But i never got that. All i got was a 'hey, here have a car while we see how your sister's day was. Why don't you go slit your wrist some more ?" and that's exactly what I did.
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Save Me From Myself
Ficção Adolescente"you don't understand. I'm crazy." "Aren't we all though?"