some days i dont wanna come home, some day i put it off for aslong as i can, there is something about coming home that i hate. if i could i wouldn’t come home. i used to have to best connection with my mum but then something changed sometimes i feel i cant talk to her, other times i dont want to cause i no how she will react. how am i ment to talk to her if she is always raising her vioce or making me cry?
my name is carleigh judge me and ill prove you wrong. I'm happy, fun, awesome, and one of a kind.
Meet me you'll have fun :)
Meet me you'll have fun :)
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