Home is meant to be where the heart is. Not for me. For me home is absolute hell. I feel as if I'm trapped in some sort of cell with two ignorant, fucked up people. People think that I over exaggerate when I talk about how bad my parents are. No matter how unrealistic it sounds it the truth. My mum is a crack snorting, good for nothing slut who makes me fuck and stay at weirdos houses. She's been snorting crack ever since my dad left me and it's gotten to an extreme now. My dad walked out on us when I was 2. My mum never talks to me about him no matter how much I ask and ask. I heard my Aunt talking to her about abuse so I think that he used to beat her or some shit. Now that he's gone she has on and off boyfriends. Right now Kit it living with us. He's so fucking lazy, he's always asleep and when he isn't he's laid out on the couch watching TV and rolling up a blunt. Then there's my sister. She doesn't live with us anymore. She decided to do something with her life and went to college. Shes studying metaphysics but I still don't even understand what that is. My mum seems to think that shes not gone to college and has gone off to live with my dad, after all she knew him more than me seen as though she was 8 when he walked out on us. It makes me think, what if he is not bad person after all.
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Lana Del Rey - Born To Die
Teen FictionThis story will involve Lana living her chaotic life in the Born To Die era. There will be plenty of death, sex, sugar daddies and f***** up stuff in this story. WARNING: THIS STORY WILL INCLUDE MATURE CONTENT WHICH IS INTENDED FOR 13+ READ AT YOUR...
