As Messed Up As Me Novels & Stories

Nothing Else. And I messed that up with my own hands.

Fuck, I’m screwed. ***** UNEDITED

It was worse than any hangover I have experienced throughout my whole g*dd*mned life! My teeth clenched as I wiped my messy make-up. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing in front of the mirror! I looked like a girl who had a plane crash in an isolated island! My hair was messy, and my mascara made me look like a depressed clown! Goddess, this isn’t me!

I have ruined my own image with my two hands! How could I have been so dumb? Fuck!

Today was not one of those days. What is wrong with me? * * *

"What's wrong with you?" “What's wrong with me?” I mused to myself echoing the question that has been circling through my mind for days. I can't even make sense of my own thoughts. For the umpteenth time, what's wrong with me? "I am fine," I say, forcing a smile as I come back to the present moment. “Just a little stressed, I guess.” "Where are you headed off to?" He inquires. "The snack shop," I reply. I have left Ashley alone at the shop, she must be thinking that I am in the restroom right now. I should probably head back.

This was a disaster and somehow I managed to create this recipe myself. " You're so screwed Madison," I cursed aloud, slamming my fist against the table.

Shit. I facepalmed myself as it was the matter of my ego... my fucking ego. This stupid tummy just ruined everything. I started cursing myself.

He asked. I heaved a sigh. The red haze blinding my vision was gone but all that's left is this hollowed feeling in my chest. “Nothing.” I settled for the obvious reason. “You don't fool me, Asher,” Frisbee sighed. “We've been friends for years. Talk to me.” “I …” I buried my face in my hands. “I screwed up, man.” “That much?” He asked. When I didn't answer, he sighed. “Damn. That much huh. What's gonna fix it?”

And I was so completely fucked. ---