Ehhh..

Basicalky for my mammy I am writing a story based of me and my thoughts. For when I was going through, worse times. When I was more.. unlike myself. My mammy and father.. ah Geeze I can’t even call him dad after the he did when I was young.. 

Sometimes, no, scratch that, almost everytime that I would lie, I would remind my mammy of him, because he lied to my mother saying that he was only with her when really he was ing another women. Behind my mammy’s back. After I was born. 

And since I look like my father, minus my jaw, I remind her of him, and.. it hurts her. A lot..

anyways..

I am writing something for my mammy as a thank you for helping me through my ty life so far.. and I’m crying about it. 

Geeze I am what everybody calls me, a crybaby. Tch.. yeah I am one.. and I’m not proud of myself for being an emotional mess but, it was how I was born so  ALL YA’LL ES THAT CALL ME .

*cough* aka everyone in my grade level.