Stefan's life is a living hell... until he meets Ashley, a quiet boy who promises to help Stefan through all his tough times until one unfortunate night that leaves many in shock, especially one.
So, Basically Ben is in love with Kevin, and Kevin with Ben. Through their afraid to admit it. What is our lovely young hero to do when Kevin confesses to him on a drunken night, we they be togethe...
What gos on in my head
It's buzzcut season, anyway.
He was my best friend. I would do anything to make him happy. Even if it means I go crazy. There's nothing unhealthy about that right? Also I happen to be in love with him. Is it that obvious? ...
It's all to play for in this pathetic game.
Who am I?
"You're just a stupid little girl who doesn't understand the real world."
Just something I felt like I should write, on a whim.
Just hear me out, please!
your official invitation to a word dumping ground
Greetings, puny mortals. (my diary/journal/whatever you want to call it)
This was your twisted sense of comfort, and you'd be damned if you let it go again so easily.
Any therapist worth Shit will tell you that the best stories come from your own experiences, so strap yourself down and read the ride that is/was/always will be my life.