Urgh Histoires

Me

"There's two hearts on the floor, one mine, both yours."

A poem that doesn't make much sense... or does it?

I'm like an actor who forgets his lines because of stage-fright. I can't trust myself. So let my writings speak for my heart and for my head, let them say the words I can't say aloud. This is all I've got, since being quiet and contemplative hasn't gotten me anywhere. I try to keep sarcasm at a minimum, but hey, what can I say, it's hard not to be witty. Or cheeky. Anyways, this is me, expressing how I'm questioning too many things, trying not to be in love, and figuring out how to just be over a 6-month period. Let's just say that "it's coming quite naturally" is an understatement.

Why not Tell a bunch of strangers About my life?// literally a story about my life. I'm so selfish wow.

just my thoughts about...

I'm just gonna poke some fun out of wattpad stories, don't take life to seriously- or this book, obviously.

Being brutally honest I'm naming it about tea because I'm super obbsessed with blackcurrent tea at the moment.x

Soon we would have it all. A big house by the beach, a fancy car, clear skies all around us. I guess you could say that I had it all... Well guess again ! Here's the thing , we already have it all ! And I'm only 14 !!! Im not leaving This all behind ! This is bad!!!!!!!

An angry poem about how unfair life as a minor is, specifically the speaker's life.

This is based on a true story. Sit back relax and enjoy my stupid effing life.

u read the title you meddling whore