May 2012
2 posts
“It is only now when I see you that I realize, you have patched through my life in waves.”
Follow. Unfollow. Repeat.
In sixth grade I was beat up everyday after-school from January to June because I woke up over the Christmas holidays of 1994 with boobs and they never went away.
It started the day I graciously held the door open for Timmy, an 11 year-old jerkface, who was the human nexus point for all preteen aggression as was evidenced through his uniform of L.A Raiders cap and Air Diamond Turf II...
