I have a secret, and nobody knows about it except my parents and a priest. If I told you, you wouldn't believe me.   After an incident that happened in middle school, I hate boys, more like distrust them. But what's up with these seven boys? Why are they unaffected? Or have they been under the spell all along? Again, if I tell you my secret you wouldn't believe me. Even I still can't believe it. Don't look into my eyes, or you'll

Every day was the same. Go to work, get yelled at, come home, do chores, check phone, no messages, sleep then wake up, and repeat. But baby, you're the highlight of my lowlife.