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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