He was the type of boy who sat alone on roofs and smoked cigarettes. He drove his car around at 5 a.m. on a school day just because he could. He was dangerous. Not the type of dangerous involving guns and knives, but the type where you knew if you loved him, then lost him, you would wish you never met him because you knew what you were missing without him.
She was the type of girl who despised her mundane, normal life. Everything is the same for her, day in and day out, and she just wants that one thing that will turn her life upside down, shake it up like in the books she reads, but will she be able to handle it when it happens?
Not your average teenage love story.
{Started: June 3, 2018}
{Ongoing}
The average human being spends every second of his day fighting against the force
of nature to see another day. But I'm different. I'm not afraid of outside
forces to take my life away - only myself. Approximately 10 years ago,
something happened to me. Something really bad. But I'm not allowed to talk
about it. As a way to release my frustration, I give hell to my body and
everyone I come in contact with - especially my parents. No one knows about what
happened except the ones who did it...and Him. But he didn't stay. Now, he's back
and he's not talking either. I want to stop hurting, I need to stop. Make me
stop.