When I was seventeen years old, I met a man who had been bullied. He protected me and helped me drive away those who bullied me. He said he would protect me for the rest of my life, and I believed him. We did have a great time and I thought I finally got lucky for once until I found out who the guy was.
[Demining] First person, no writing skills, writing is purely a hobby, "I" is a depressed teenager, contradictory. Write whatever you dream about.
Purpose: redemption
