claudiathedustmite
Hi, my name is Marley Anderson. I'm 19. I moved out of my house a few months ago. Still mentally scared. I was brought up in a messed up household. Mother never around step-father loved his step-daughter more then his wife. Father dead. No friends, oh and my church hates me. Plus I'm bisexual and nobody is okay with it. No biggie. Most people have no hope by this point, but I have a small sliver. A small sliver of happiness, when I worship my god. Or if someone even glances at me, without a look masked with disgust.
Hi, my name is Presley Love. My parents are filthy rich. Don't give much of a damn about me, they only care if it influences their work. 'Oh yes, we love our little Presley. Every night we play board games, and then go an tuck her in' a lie that rolled if he tongue of my mother. My father, he is having an affair, but sometimes I can see his love for me. When he buys me a new book, or actually flashes me a genuine smile (not often) plus, I'm sick. Really sick. I don't want to talk about it anymore. I kinda like girls, but I kinda like guys. I don't really give a crap, I just want to die already.