teenrebel

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Who wants to live forever?



 
 

Kylee.
Stoner
Alcoholic
Pill Popper
Anxiety
Depression

 

Quotes by teenrebel


some kids get high grades I just get high.

inspired by tory10176. I was born into a family with workaholic parents.
The only thing they cared about was money, not me.
They left me with a nanny, who loved and cherished me more than anything.
But, so did her boyfriend.
He would r/pe me constantly, making me feel pain.
He'd called me useless and made me feel horrible about myself.
I didn't understand at the time though that not every kid had a life like mine.
It didn't feel right was Eric did to me, but what did I know? I was 9.
It continued until I was 11, my parents fired my nanny at that time.
After that, my parents threw me into sports, lessons, and a million different things.
They had someone only to drive me from practice to practice.
I wasn't good though.
In fact, I was horrible at everything. I had no talent, I was shorts and chubby.
So everyone teased me, made me feel useless
I was 13, I was destroyed.
I had one friend, my neighbor. He was 16 and the quarterback and he was my best friend.
He always made sure I was okay and happy...
 I often lied though.
One day, I went over to his house, and he had friends over.
They were all smoking pot
They let me try some, and then more.
I was happy, really happy. So I kept doing it.
I tried other things, alcohol was a fun friend of mine.
By the time I was 15, I was addicted to various drugs and alcohol.
But, let's get back to when I was 13.
I'm not the smartest academically, I barely got by in school.
My parents never cared though, all they cared about was that I was passing.
which techincally I was.
But, I survived middle school with only 1 solid friend, no one liked me.
But, I got the opportunity to change all that.
My middle school seperated to 2 high schools.
A majority of the kids went to one school, my neighborhood went to a different school.
It would of been a fresh start with new people.
I motivated myself to lose weight that summer. I was going to be the it girl when I get back.
I did that,  I was 5'5 and only 130 pounds.
By the time I was 15, I was teasing the kids who teased me in middle school.
But, that doesn't matter to me anymore.
I'm 16 almost 17 and I'm addicted to various drugs.
I smoke nearly a pack of cigarettes a day.
I get drunk to help me sleep at night.
I have a problem, I wish someone would notice.
I wish someone would actually love and care for me.


My neighbor?
He's currently in the hospital.
He got hit over the head at a party.
Trying to get me out of a bad situation.
He's gonna be okay, but, I'm the reason why he's there.
I hurt the only person who ever really loved me.

I wish I could tell him how much I loved him though,
I'm in love with him though, but I'm his "little sister."

I really wish I could tell him all this too when he gets out,
but I don't have the guts to tell anyone






 

I overdosed on pills,
but who said I wanted to be saved?


 

nights like this.
are the reasons why I'm addicted to drugs
people think you need to cut to hurt yourself.
but in the end, i'll probably die before them.





 

children drugs are good for you.




 

rebellious

Chapter 1

 

It was midnight and I was just leaving my house.
I knew no one would notice me gone, my parents weren't home.
My nanny, the maids, and the butlers were all asleep in their rooms for the night.
I walked out of my house and into my car and drove off towards the party.
I lit up my blunt and smoked it the whole way there.
I finished it off moments before I entered my friends house.
There was a bunch of teenagers gathered around, smoking, drinking, and doing other things.
I saw my friend Devin sitting and drinking a beer, I went and sat on his lap.
He smiled and looked up at me, his eyes bloodshot. Already drunk.
I took his beer into my hand and took a long swig.
"Hey," he said. "That's my beer."
I smiled, "Not anymore."
He lifted me off his lap and went to grab another beer.
"Kara. Over here." I heard a voice say.
I looked up and saw my frienda John and Adam waving to me.
I walked towards them and John pulled me in for a hug.
"Gross Kara. You already smell like weed."
I smiled, "Not my fault you're a sober sally."
"You're too pretty to be involved in this stuff." He said.
I shrugged and turned to Adam, "Adam give me a square." I said.
John looked at me and walked away.
"John, where are you going?" I asked.
He just waved me off.
Adam handed me a square and lit it up for me.
I smoked it in minutes and was soon asking for another one.
Then another one.
"You're gonna smoke up my whole pack." Adam said.
I shrugged, "Sorry." I said.
He looked at me, "I have another pack in the car." He said handing me the rest of his pack.
I laughed, "You're the best."
He smiled, "I know. Don't worry."
I caught up with John a few minutes later, "Hi." I said hugging him around his waist.
He looked down at me and didn't say a word. I pouted, "Don't be mad."
He looked at me and smiled, "Ughhhhhh." He said and hugged me close.
"Kara. Come do shots with us." Someone screamed.
I looked over and saw Devin and his girlfriend holding up a half gal.
I looked at John, "Go." He said.
I smiled and waved goodbye.
"Here comes the light weight." Someone whispered.
I rolled my eyes and got my shot glass ready.
"1..2..3" Devin said as we lifted our shots.
It burned a bit going down my throat but it felt better.
I smiled, "Let's go again." I said.
I did 2 more shots before I stopped myself.
I pulled out a cigarette and lit it up, I inhaled deeply.
I looked around for John and saw him by Adam and a few girls.
I was tipsy as I walked, John reached out and grabbed me by my hips and pulled me onto his lap.
"You're not driving home." He told me.
I took a puff of my cigarette, "I'm perfectly fine." I said.
He looked at me, "Walk in a straight line."
"Fine." I said.
I got up and started walking and felt myself falling.
John catched me before I went face first into the fire.
"Told you I'm fine." I said.
He sat down and I cuddled up into his lap.
He smiled, "Tired?" He asked.
I shrugged, "Where are your keys?" John asked, "I'll take you home."
I pulled out my key out of my pocket and handed it to John.
"Spend the night tonight." I told him.
He smiled, "Sure thing."
He grabbed me by the waist and helped me walk to the car.
He strapped me in and drove off.
I had passed out before he was even out of the drive way.







 
So I mean I've never written a story on here before.
Let me know what you guys think...
Format credits to lollipopx3.

 

I got caught by the cops today for smoking weed
but I mean I was baked so to me it was the funniest thing alive.




 

I want to write a story
but who would read it ?




 

so one time in school we were talking about this girl
whose a stripper, & my teacher runs the store at our school .
& she's like "that girl? she always buys a bagel and juice every morning?"
& this kid Matt was like, "Yeah uh, she's a stripper."
& then my teacher was like, "Oh.. No wonder she always has so many singles."



lol, my year was made.