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I am what I am, a product of free will, bad choices and factors beyond my control. I am neurotic, compulsive and practically boarderline insane. I am an insomniac, a whore, and an annorexic. I am me, a compilation of selfishness and denial. I am a pesimist, a cynical f***, with broken laces, ripped jeans and blonde hair. My stomach sinks in and my favorite breakfast is chocolate milk. I love, well I used to. I loved hard, but with motive. That is my downfall- always a motive. I am always
Cheryl Oliphant doesn’t do well in social situations. The fourteen year old girl’s best friend, Nicolena, is a four-foot, South American tree boa and her parents are getting divorced. On the plus side, Cheryl just met Teddy Rasmussen who offered her a sympathetic ear plus an inch-thick slice of apricot, sour cream loaf.
My salty tears stung the cuts on my once beautiful face, which was now covered in deep cuts which would end up scarring. I pushed further, my uncovered legs felt frozen as the harsh icy wind blew at them, I was stuck in this thick cememnt like mud that held the wall together, I pushed harder, I was half way through the wall, almost free. I twisted my head slightly, my hair was caught on something, I yanked and the stabbing pain in my head worsened, I wriggled some more then saw the rotten white