![]() ![]() ![]() “You wake every two hours and cry?” I asked. ![]() “I know I may seem like the nicest one, and you probably think I regret the shit I give you sometimes, and someday I’ll wake up and reevaluate my life and its purpose, but I won’t. I locked my jaw, not doing a damn thing he said. “Wipe that fucking glare off your face,” he warned. But he’d only get the laughs he craved, and I’d get the attention I didn’t. Shallow, boring, tedious, ignorant, and insipid.Īnd while others may give in or pathetically protest before finally giving in, I wasn’t interested. Wouldn’t it be fun if anyone ever said no to them? If one of them ever paid for a mistake? Or ever said no to a drink, a drug, or a girl?īut no. What was their fault was that they took full advantage of it. None of that was really their fault, I guessed. A little money, some connected moms and dads, and pretty faces without hearts to match. ![]()
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