That girl is lonely

That girl is lonely

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Feb 9, 2016
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What have I done? I knew I shouldn't do it, I should have stop. But I can't. I should have stop, should have done better in controlling the desire, the urges to feel the high. But who am I kidding? I've done this for years. Almost half of my life, I've been doing this. I want to end this, but how? As for now, I'm sitting in my room, a room that I rent for almost 3 years since I enrolled in my BS, writing this story. A story of my life. Of how I fight myself, just to be better, just to be accepted, accepted by myself. That not-so-beautiful , low self-esteem, sensitive and introvert girl is now struggling in finding herself. Sometimes, she wonders, who is she actually? The good girl or the bad girl? In the journey full of struggle, she stumbled, she fell, she hurt, will she be okay? I don't know, but I pray she will be because she have to. Who is she? Who am I? * The End* ~ Thank for reading this :) Keep up with the stories :) ~ Please vote if you like the little baby over here. ~ Please comment if you have things in your mind. But please be nice to me, so I'll be nice to you.
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"Don't go inside! Stay!" She said, holding her hand up to show me her palm and then I leaned over the balcony, resting my forearms on the railing to hold me up. I rolled my eyes as I exhaled deeply. Apparently I was a dog now. But fuck, It's her! What are the fucking chances. It feels like I'm in one of those Wattpad novels that Beth always reads. She quickly rushed inside and opened her blinds so that I could see right into her apartment. I watched her rush over to her stereo to lower the volume and then she came rushing back out, out of breath. "Did you get my note?" She asked and then I nodded, trying to force back a smile remembering her cute handwriting, in fact her little note was in the pocket of my sweatpants at this very moment, And so was her 100 dollar bill that she had given me, "I did!" I said as I watched her try to brush her hair out of her face "look, the money that you gave me. I don't want it. I appreciate it but it's too much! I need to give it back!" I said and then she shook her head trying to reject what I was saying. "No, it's yours I gave it to you!" She seemed upset and a little sad that I wanted to give her money back. "Hey, come on. This is a sign from whatever forces are at work here, what are the chances that you would be living right across from me!? This is fucking crazy, I can't accept the money and the universe is giving me a chance to return it." I said shrugging as she waved me off and then smiled sweetly as she breathed in for a moment just looking at me with softness. THIS BOOK IS A BLEND OF TEENAGE DRAMA REALISM AND FANTASY - ROMANCE. WARNING *THIS BOOK TOUCHES ON THE TOPIC OF RAPE, THERE ARE NO RAPE SCENES BUT IT IS BRIEFLY DISCUSSED *SEXUAL CONTENT *LANGUAGE *YOUR FEELINGS ARE AT RISK *MAVERICK (yes Maverick should have a warning label written all over him) *UNEDITED Oh and also Maverick's a witch.

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