Love is such a fading, flaky feeling that never seems to hang on to anything inside my chest for long.
It is a BAD COLD, clinging to my lungs and only leaving mucus in its lustful wake.
Love and men...that mixture together was enough to keep me sick forever. What made a man a man? I always said, without hesitation, that manipulation is what made a man real - a very man made demon that dealt cards of deception to whoever got too close.
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The Diary of a Party Girl
Short StorySonya hasn't been sober for 3 years. Day or night. But when you're living in a city filled with sin, everyone's struggling with something and being taunted by darkness. California has changed her, making her grades take the backseat and boys contr...
