Oh shit. My old story is still up with that cringey ass book cover. Oh well. The story is kind of decent so I'll leave it. I'm not finishing it though, nobody freaking comments or votes.
This ain't Facebook but I'm still gonna post about my angsty teenage life. Am I even a teenager anymore? I might be classified as an adult now that I'm 19 and almost 20. Wow. I'm old.
This one "psychic" lady told me in July that I would meet my future husband by the end of 2017.
WHERE HE AT THO? I need to sleep man. But I can't because when I close my eyes, I remember how shitty people are.
I am so sick of being unappreciated and left on read. Cool, that's fine. Just don't be upset when all you see is my back, walking away from your bullshit.