Avatar Author: Lady Bug I go places. I see people. I live. I write a lot about myself I just add in details to make myself look cooler. But in reality... I'm still pretty fucking cool. Read Bio

You gotta walk like you’re about to get shot in the throat. He said.
So I did. I walked slow like I was going to get shot in the throat.

You gotta start listening to better music. He said.
So I listened to everything he told me to. I even learned all the words.

And then I covered myself in tattoos, just because he liked them, and he held my hand as the needle dug into my skin, and I loved when he held my hand.

And I never went to bed early, because he wanted to stay up late and watch old movies or go out the bonfires until early in the morning.

And I stopped going to the beach, because he hated the sand and the sun and the salt.
And one day I just broke.

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  1. Avatar DoItForScience

    You are phenomenonally productive. I hope all this pain you put on the page isn’t coming out of your life.

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