Bitch Monologue

An adolescent brother is on the trail, alongside his brother, the boy, directing him towards his home, walking home after a decent day at school.

I don’t know why I’m writing when honestly I don’t think we’ve ever been as done as we are right now . You hate me , you don’t give a shit about me and I get it lmao , there’s nothing anyone can really do at this point . We can’t change what happened and we can’t change where we stand right now , but I hope I can change the way you feel about all of this .

But occasionally I think about all of the above and sometimes I care to the point where my self esteem gets bruised, strained and shattered. Then I un- pride myself, think that everybody hates me and I curdle up in a corner and think of slowly dying. But when I think of you , you are so far away from my soul. I can't visualise you because your pride heaves over you like a cloud of dust. I try to rekindle times we shared

I stood still screaming, panicking in the dimly lit room while the baby of whom I was unconditionally devoted to vibrated unsteadily. Then a light hand gently squeezed the top of my shoulder hand did not have a voice, however it explained my pain would soon be relieved. Her shaking had ceased and the once distressed infant looked peaceful as her clear inexperienced blue eyes shut tightly. Hearing sharp murmurs from behind, I swiveled 180 degrees and murmurs slowly disintegrated into the frothy air, resulting in a women with mousey brown hair and a warm maternal face to start moving towards me as if she had precisely planned each step. The freckles on her flushed face mingled with one another while she spoke, asking if I’d remember to take my

All those years of me getting aggravated cause my makeup, hairbrush, straightner, and hair products went missing, is cathcing up with Jeff. He never could understand why I would get so upset! Now, the girls are gone and we have boys and guess what? Jeff can't find any of his tools and he ain't liking it! And this momma is loving

I. Love. Panic!. Panic! At the disco, that is. There is something about lead singer brendon urie's voice that gets me every time and brings me to my knees internally sobbing. And now (not to brag or anything but totally to brag) i have seen them live 7 times.

*Ok, so I know this is off from the time line of the books, but I'm going to have it so Natalie goes to the dance so I can introduce the new Character.

Aww, baby. Having that be the first thing I see when I turn on my computer is more than I could ask for. I think my cheeks are getting hotter by the second from what you wrote. My cheeks are getting pinker, as it usually does when I’m with you. This usually happens when I’m with you. I get this warm and fuzzy feeling when I’m with you. I didn’t know love could be so enchanting. Today was a perfect day to chat and update each other on our lives considering the weekend starts tomorrow (1 hour and 25 minutes, but who’s counting (excluding me) ). Your stories and finding the trip to be an awesome experience brings me joy. I don’t think I've eveeerrr wrote nor said this in the past but, I really want you to be happy. Your happiness can really make

I am my mother’s only child. Before she had me she had taken in the three. Later on I will tell you how they came to be. I don’t want to spoil it now. I want it to be a mystery.

Mondays are her least favorite, they’re usually slow days, slower, anyway, and sometimes just to pick herself up, Veronica liked to stop someplace special on the way home. Take Neptune, California up on what it had to offer her. Going the long way to her car, she stopped at a bakery, just a donut to go, when she saw it across the street. Monstrous and offensive, a brand new superstore going up, one for books- and her chocolate donut with chocolate sprinkles tasted like sweetened ashes. Even now, years after her dad’s death, the first thought in her mind was how much he would hate it. Not even necessarily the big-business competition of it, just the disparaging of what was really left of Neptune’s small-town-USA charm. Finishing the rest of her donut in large bites, Veronica couldn’t be bothered worrying about what she looked like grumbling to

Well… this is how I honestly feel Jada your the one I think of in the morning when I wake up , at night before I go to sleep . Idk what point I'm really trying to make . I just wanted to let you know your my baby❤️ , my princess , my world  . Although I may not express how I feel all the time that's how I feel about you and I never wanna lose you and I want you to know that . TBH I guess what I'm just trying to say is I love you and I want you to be mines  cause for once in my life I realized that I've made a huge dumbass mistake and that was letting you go ik I mentioned this before but now looking back I see that I didn't notice what I had until another nigga got it I was very dumb . Now I don't know how you really feel about getting

Light stirred at the edge of your vision. Even though you were finally starting to wake up, you couldn't see anything and, even if you could, the numbing feeling from the drugs still flowed through your veins, preventing you from doing anything. Under (what you presumed to be) the blindfold you could see the cobblestone road and smell the rancid stench of the city. Hygiene wasn’t very popular lately…

Wrapped around each other in my bed, with the covers creating a warm, loving nest to surround us both. Jess reads to me from the book he had before, periodically pausing to listen to my colour commentary, whether it be about the actual book, or just something I’d thought about while he spoke. The sound of the front door of the house opening a closing bursts the small bubble that Jess and I have been living in for almost an hour. Pulling us away from each other, the sound of my mother talking in her usual, excited voice, makes its way closer to the room.

"Dun! Dun! Dunnnnnnn! Dramatic change." Ivy did that dramatic piano action weirdos usually do when there's some drama afoot.

Mom arrived at Gram's right on time no GPS for us, i know the way by heart and i help mommy with the directions on the way we made girl talk.i said to mommy that daddy was very handsome and that someday when i am old enough i would like to marry daddy. Mommy, always the lady, blurted out HA! I could see her in the rear view mirror and she was looking at me. Her eyes were wide as if to say, how do i get myself out of this one? Mommy very calmly explained that daddies can’t marry their little girls. I sat very quiet waiting for the next shoe to drop and it did. You see Roma you are Daddy’s little girl and he can’t marry you. And besides he’s already married....to me. She continued with someday when i you are a grown woman and you bring a boy