My Angel In Black

My Angel In Black

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WpMetadataReadContenu pour adultesEn cours d'écriture11m
WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication sam., oct. 3, 2015
Heather Ross Keltes is my name and I'm 16 so let's just get to it my dad died and my mom turned to begin a abusive druggy who sleeps with everything that has a dick. let's face it I self harm i have one friend who understands me I'm bullied at home and school for being the emo are the worthless piece of shit for a daughter I have tried to commit suicide so many times but something always stops me. then a hot new boy pops out of no where and he insists on helping me I don't understand but I feel connected to him and after awhile i fall for him and let's just say he did the same but literally he fell from the sky to protect me.
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I lost my mom at 11, that's when it started. My dad became a drunk and I was left to take care of my 3-month-old baby sister. Now I'm 23, graduated a few years ago and my sister, now 12, can understand what happened. She never fully understood when I needed someone to and I didn't have many friends that stuck around afterwards. Until I met him. We were friends first, then the feelings got deeper. He asked me to be his girlfriend. He was my first kiss, first date, first real friend, first love, everything. I loved him and I do. I've said it. Now all we do is fight. I don't know why we can't figure things out, but I can't take this fighting. I just want things to go back to the way things were. The way we used to be... Happy, carefree teens that pretended we had the whole world figured out.

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