winter's here, about damn time.
it's december 21.
the air is getting colder, it's staring to snow but my knees keep hitting dirt.
i should be happy. i should be celebrating today.
why don't i?
what's the reason to be happy when you're a year closer to the edge?
YOU ARE READING
empty december.
Teen FictionA short story on the trials and tribulations of a depressed teenage psychopath. LOL, SERIOUSLY. DON'T READ THIS SHIT. I WROTE THIS WHEN I WAS JUST STARTING OUT WITH WRITING. IT'S CRAP. SERIOUSLY, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!
