Slightly edited Auto Biography of People I've Meet, been friends with and/or still friends with.
Warning: I won't be writing their names in the story, it might be confusing, but this story isn't for the "public" per say, but for me, as a form of closure. But I hope you enjoy reading this.
I'd love feedback and even tell me your stories if you can relate to mine.
The Photo/Painting is not mine; it's a friend's.
**** I'd like to make it known that I was 14 when I wrote this. here is a BIG TRIGGER WARNING. It deals heavily with abuse among other things when I thought It was cool as a edgy teen filled with anxiety and despair. It's a wild ride and It is not even that good and I would change A LOT of the words in there cause some might be offensive or triggering to others. So, yeah, just read at your own risk. ****
I stared into the brown eyes of the boy I've grown to love. "Jake, A lady could be mentally ill on the inside, but be a supermodel on the outside. You have to understand that not all scars are visible. But it doesn't mean those scars won't heal." He stared at me before closing the distance between us with his lips. 2014 copyright. The cover is made by me.