musicobsessedxx
Sometimes, when your parents tell you not to do something, you might want to listen. Because if I hadn’t gone to that party that one Friday night in June, maybe I wouldn’t be sitting here, on my bed, in the dark, writing. While half of my heart runs down my face in heavy tears.
No, I would probably be off living the life of a high school senior with my two best friends, Lucie and Christine. But instead here I am.
Because of that stupid freaking party.
And that stupid freaking boy.