To Be Honest

To Be Honest

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Nov 29, 2015
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My name is Oscar Pena . I'm actually sick of all these washed down versions about the teenage life by Hollywood and other forms of social media (with some very few exceptions). They never seem to even dare touch the themes of the insecurities of your own body resulting in eating disorders, extreme pure pressure by fellow classmates, drug usage, alcoholism, usage of bad fucking language, and of course: chasing girls around to have and maybe even to fuck for the first time. I'll try my absolute best to present an accurate description of how our mind as a teenage boy works. Hopefully you'll get to laugh, cry, and most of all: relate. As told in the eyes of Manny Moser, a young Hispanic boy with decent grades, a not very exciting life, strict parents, and a job that he fucking hates at a local store. -O.P
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Dear Nobody, My name is Luna Rose Wesley and I'm just like any other girl my age. I have some secrets, I'm afraid of the future, I have some complicated relationships and some amazing friends, and I'm just trying to do anything that I can to survive. But as the days pass, it seems like surviving in my world is becoming more difficult with every minute. You see, without any money, my family is forced to live in in an apartment building that's smack dab in the center of our rundown part of the city. And my mother is just a work of art. She is now addicted to drugs, and she isn't trying very hard at all to try to get us out of our inner-city situation. Living in constant fear, not only of what's outside my window at night, but also of my violent dealing brother living in the room across the hall, I have to find a way to cope without putting a bullet in my skull like so many of my fallen brethren. And my coping mechanism is to write letters to nobody- to you- and sending it to an address that doesn't exist. I need somebody to talk to without that somebody thinking that I'm looking for pity, so I've found you. Nobody. Thanks for listening. Sincerely, Luna Rose (Rated Mature for the mentioning of sex, drug use, violence, and profane language. Does not contain actual sex scenes.)

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