WordPress story (part 14)

Woke up feeling like death had hit me with an uppercut to the chest, my face planted in a pair of breasts,  last night was a mess , about 5% of the memories I possess but can’t really remember the rest,  life has become a questionable test…

I  took a hit off my bong and played some sad songs because i was in the wrong; The girl in my bed didn’t really belong. I had to be strong so I told the mong to leave, needed some space to breath…

I went to brush my teeth, In  the mirror I see  “text me” written on my forehead….

Could it be, my window lover trying to get at me?…

To be continued…

WordPress story (part 13)





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