Yn pov Im yn,darkskin (milk chocolate) I have dimples,poofy long hair that goes to the middle of my back,tom-boy,but hell no I'm not gay I've had boyfriends before even some sidelines cuz we don't love these hoes lbvss, and also my mom died when I was around 3 years old,don't know my dead-beat ass daddy but he took my two brothers in is what my papa told me, and I live with my grandpa use to be my grandma and grandpa but my grandma died and ,but my gramps talked to this guy today that said he needed a babysitter for his three kids ones 17,6,and 3 years old,now what the hell I look like watching a 17 year old I'm 16 but I'll take the job that's extra money right there,if yall are wondering what else I do for money here it goes...and hell no I ain't no stripper or prostitute I sell weed and end up with $3,000 at the end of every week so that's about $12,000 a month anyways I start that babysitting job tomorrow so let me get to bed,duces!
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[NOT MEANT TO ROMANTICIZE DEPRESSION OR MENTAL ILLNESS. SIMPLY A TROPE.]
Tom isn't your average teen. But then again, what makes a teen average?
His family is broken, his mental health is slowly declining, and he's faced questioning his sexuality.
Often left to sit in his bed on his phone most of the day, his reasons to live were slowly declining.
Tom thought it was better this way. It was better to not disturb anyone, to wear the same clothes over and over, and to stay boring.
All, of course, until Tom met him.
Updates every Friday. Maybe more days if I'm not busy or I'm motivated to do so.
⚠️ TW ⚠️
-boyxboy (shouldn't be a warning smh)
-suicidal thoughts
-self harm (cutting, etc)
-no smut, probably fluff though
-throwing up
I didn't take the photo in the cover. I only added the text. This story does have a happy ending, because I also realized how much of an impact reading angst stories without one has on me. I also just want it to end well, and you probably do as well. Good luck reading, and thank you in advance.