I live a hard life. I wanted to die. I'm already 24 years old, I'm living with my mum, I never found love, or went to college, or did anything. I'm just a suicidal freak, that's what they called me in school anyway. That's why I dropped out. There is no point in going if I'm just going to be judged for who I am. I was so weak at that point in my life, but then, I met him. He saved me. I was in love. But I don't even know if he cares about me. I'm just grateful to have him in my life, if he wasn't there that day, I would be gone. (DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY ONLY MY ORIGINAL ONES, THIS STORY CONTAINS A HOMOSEXUAL RELATIONSHIP, AND IF YOU DONT LIKE IT. PLEASE DONT GET OFFENDED FOR ANY REASON, I AM NOT ANY WAY INVOLVED WITH MODEST! MANAGEMENT, THIS IS MY ORIGINAL STORY. THIS STORY CONTAINS VOILENCE, SEX, DRINKING, LANGUAGE, MINOR DRUG USE, SO IF YOU ARE UNDER 13 YOU SHOULD NOT READ THIS, THANK YOU VERY MUCH AND ENJOY.)

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