I'm trembling.
Because I've never been this angry before.
Without sobbing.
Because I know my place in this argument.
And I wish who I'm arguing with would too.
Well, argument isn't the right word anymore.
More...
Disagreement?
Maybe.
None the less, I'm not scared to say what I mean.
I'm not so internally conflicted on what to say because I understand both sides of the argument, because there is only one side that is right.
I just hope I won't be jumped.
Shouldn't be.
I hear it's kinda hard when your six months pregnant.
And a teenager.
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