I want to kill myself.
Delaney insisted we go to some high class restaurant, although we were wearing such casual outfits. If she wanted to, why didn't she dress formally?
In the end, after some arguments (most of them were Delaney insisting on goi
*about 3or4yearslater*
*about a month or two later*"I don't know how to tell you this..." the doctor sighs. "But... you're pregnant."###
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"You may start your exams now."###My left wrist is really hurting. Like, really badly.
"You really like her, huh?" My sister, Lauren, asks.I nodded. "But... she's dating someone now.""Who?" She asks, laughing a bit. "Come on, brother. No one is better than you are."
"Asia, huh... that's far." Mom sighed, wiping the dishes dry. "So are you going to visit him or..?""I don't know." I replied. "I really don't. My final exams are next month and I'm already stressing over college. What the heck."Mom was quiet and