luhdepaula
My friends used to say I trusted others too easily. That I was too naïve for my own good. In the end... they were right after all, I trusted them too... where were they when I needed the most? They were spray-painting the word slut on my locker, whore on my car, messing with my stuff and turning their backs on me when my world crumbled around me.
I'm not the good girl, never was and never will be. I wasn't the bad girl either... I was... me. I never pretended to be anyone else... but you see, sometimes it does not matter who you are, the world has shit for everyone and you just might receive it earlier and heavier than the others... What do you do when life finally deals you the handful of shitty cards? You fu*c#ng play the game and you don't ever let you're pokerface slip when it really matters.
Do you want to know my story? Buckle up e pay attention. I don't intend on a repeat. Once I finished my senior year I left this effing stupid town and everyone in it, well, mostly everyone, behind. But as you may have already noticed, of course I'd have to come back someday and that's when shit really hits the fan. Oh boy oh boy, karmas just around the corner.
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English is not my native language but I'll try my best