Status: i haven't written something like this before. inspiration comes from the lovely stories with short chapters on here.
Dumb Girl.
aren't i?
I said yes. I don't know why. I don't know if I love him or not. It's 2pm and I've been through three packs of Marlboro Gold cigarettes. My mother came by today. I pretended as if I wasn't here. She banged on the doors of the warehouse and I was so scared. I don't want to go back there. I'm nothing there. All she'd do is drink and harm. Drink and harm. I can't go back. I was too many things there. I was sad, lonely, upset, angry, dead, annoyed, sick, helpless, depressed, anxious, hurt, sore, bloody, weak, defenceless, tired, distraught, hungry, cold and bored. Here, I'm happy. Jun's buying me a ring today.