New ff. I haven't done one in a while. My slash is coming soon, I promise.
Now I just need a new siggy. haha
enjoy! :) All comments welcome
You hear those stories. The stories of kids who don’t know right from wrong. Who have messed up families. They won’t amount to anything and accept it.
Well, that’s me. Sort of. I hear that I’m nothing, no good, worthless. But I know it’s not true. Right now, my life is a pit of darkness that I’m trying to stumble through.
I’ll admit it, I’m not perfect, by any stretch of the imagination. But I am worth something, no matter what they say.
I’ve done things I’m not proud of. But I have to, in order to keep my sanity. In order to live. My dad wasn’t ready for me, so he left. My mother can’t cope, so she’s pointless to me. I have to get by somehow, I can’t do nothing all day.
So I party. A lot. Life had been like this since I was 15. I’m 17 now, and life hasn’t improved much.
Right now, I’m on my way to a party, actually. I don’t know who was throwing it. I heard about through a friend. It didn’t really matter; it wasn’t home, which is good enough for me.
Someone once asked me if going to random parties ever scared me. I laughed. Fear? I feel no fear anymore. I learned to get over that really quickly.
Kinda short, but the next chapter is long!
