months and months...now that i am no longer with fred, and free of his emotional and psychological abuse, i need to start writing again. i need this for myself, before i become colourless. i miss the thrill.
cheap wine and cigarettesthe two boys laughed as they wandered the streets of vieux montreal. the sounds of their heels clicking on the cobblestones echoed and bounced over the darkened shops, and as it was late in the night, they sought a place to stay. drunk, and with pockets full of money, they spotted a motel hidden away in one of the little streets and stumbled towards it. liam collapsed onto the plaid bedspread, his friend slipped sublimely into his arms. their laughter died down and they became drowsy in the orange glow of the cheap motel lights, and they pulled each other close, their face's side by side, and their hands intertwined. liam was so clcheap wine and cigarettes
forallthemiseriesthatyouareEvelyn sits in her room, surrounded by lit candles. Even she finds it typical. Everyone around her perceives her to be the typical teenager with the typical angst problems accompanied by the typical self-harm tendencies. God, how she hated that word. Typical. Her mother used it to describe Evelyn, as well as disrespectful. Evelyn spoke the word out loud in a mocking tone and rolled over to stare at the flickering flame. She wondered how she could ever be expected to respect someone who was so like herself. She saw herself in her mother's eyes, and she held nothing but contempt for who she saw. Her surroundings were not oforallthemiseriesthatyouare
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