Burnout

by Coralee June

People didn’t realize what small, dark places could do to a person’s mood. My home became a tomb I couldn’t escape.

I wasn’t an experiment; I was a broken soul with half a mind to run.

and somewhere between nearly throwing up and screaming my head off, I stopped thinking of carnivals as Mama’s thing and started thinking of them as Lance’s.

MY HEART

I’m man enough to admit that you’d probably be happier with your brother, but the offer stands. Day or night, okay?”

I don't like this foreshadowing PLS no

Decker Fucking Max Hemsworth with his fucking smile and his fucking cocky walk. Fuck. He walked her to my class. My fucking class.

GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEEETTTTTT

Family wasn’t as much of a blood connection as it was a decision.

She was more beautiful to look at than the fine lines of my perfect life, anyway.

The oceans were rising. Waves upon waves of shame were filling me up.

And I didn’t really believe in perfection. Maybe it was the scientist in me; I thought that everything could be improved upon. We were hardwired as intellectual beings to search for the best, but for once in my life, I didn’t feel like ripping apart the hypothesis of our relationship and scrapping it. Blakely Stewart was perfection. Today was perfection.