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Weekly Contest #369
It was the 80s and at this time we could buy cats and dogs at the mall. I wanted a cat so very bad, my mom said I could. I only asked her for my whole life. I got so excited, my face went flushed and my heart began to race. Where she finally said we could and that means we need to go to the mall and if you know anything about a kid, the mall and cats, you must know that's a highlight of a lifetime. We get into our brown Ford Escort with yellow leather interior seats burn your butt. Make your legs sweat and get sticky like flies to a fly trap...
Weekly Contest #367
You've been on my mind and in fact you're always on my mind. I know you get tired of me spewing my feelings but it makes my stomach hurt not talking to you.I just need to tell you how i feel and get it out cause it's eating at me everyday. I'm not going to assume what you feel but just tell you how i feel.I think you're done with me but because we have such a big past you keep me around. However I haven't felt part of your world even long before my asshole move with your mom. I think the last time I felt like your actual best friend was when...
Weekly Contest #359
I fucking hate this, why does this always happen, I think to myself. I look down at my watch again. Fucking dude, I muttered under my breath. I am not used to this fucking cold ass weather. I exhale and the warmth feels good on my dry, broken lips. Its 1994 and I just started this lame ass job at Wendys. I am sitting here on the curb for the umpthteenth time waiting on one of my parents too pick me up. I hate I still don't have my license. I mean I did but... I think to myself. If only my fucking parents didn't make me move to this God forsa...
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