My mom tells me to never think about it but how can I not when it's right there infront of me. My dad tells me to forget about it but how can I when it's a part of me. My brother calls it cool and my sister says let it be. They only start understanding though is when their chosen husbands for me...never reply back. U...
These are all the thoughts that stay cooped up inside my head, that I don't really tend to let out all that much, because when I do, I'm given oddly creeped out looks, and I get more than enough of those on a regular basis. This is not a work of fiction. It is however a work of HEAVY exaggeration, seeing as how this...