Status: i haven't written something like this before. inspiration comes from the lovely stories with short chapters on here.
Dumb Girl.
i just wanna
Today marked the third executive week that i hadn't attended school. I've already failed. They suspended me for the first week and I just never felt like going back. If I went back I'd have to deal with more rumours, more bullshit and more broken windows. Courtesy of myself, of course. My lungs are rotting; burning. I can feel it inside of me. It's a feeling I quite enjoy. I can hear my mother downstairs; complaining that I was a mistake. It's probably true. Probably? Who am I kidding. It is true. Tomorrow I'm going to steal something.