You will die alone, wearing a diaper
I was crying. Like a baby. I was literally crying. 20 hours ago I was actually staring at my brother sleeping. It was creepy and wrong in so many levels. But I was doing it. And to make things worse I was trying hard not to just punch at his face and break his nose. It was really hard believe me. All I was able to think about in those moments was how he made my Ry, cry (that rhymed) and that was all I needed to go to his room and stare at him sleeping while imagining all the possible ways I could beat him up. With what Ry told me, the jerk kicked her out. He kicked her out of the freaking house. She had to walk to her house, which means to walk for half an hour. Who does that to anyone? Let alone to a girl? And she had been crying for hours. HOURS. For the first time since never, my
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