the miserable life of a miserable teenager

problem child



“My mom said I can’t hang out with you anymore.”

I was good in school.

Loud, easily distracted,

But good.

Class clown,

Always needed to keep them laughing.

Teachers hated me.

Students envied me. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

I didn’t even know what I was doing.

What I was going through.

What I would go through.

If only I had been warned.


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