My Stories
Waking up from a book is like rising from the ashes. It's not all flames and glory like most stories would have you believe. You emerged from the pile, covered in a grime of your tears, sweat and pure emotion. It coats your skin, burrowing in miniscule crevices, stimulating nerve endings you never knew existed until a story touches you in such a way that both burns and releases you.
friend: nobody loves you.
me: i'm sorry haha was that supposed to upset me? wow that was such a fAIL bahaha
friend:
me:
friend:
me:
friend:
me:
friend: malec is over.
me: get the fuck out.