Mila the bastard child. 3rd story
When Mila’s brother was born, everyone was in festive mood for awhile. But things quickly went back to normal. Don was extra busy trying to start his own business and of course Iris was busy with the new born baby. It didn’t take long Iris got tired of taking care of the baby alone and not having time to have fun at all. That’s when she decided to call one of her lovers from...
Too many thoughts are crossing my mind. Haven’t been sleeping well for days now. Hard to fall asleep again just like how it was years ago. Always tired as hell but can’t even take a nap comfortably. This is it. It’s really the time to finally say the real good bye. Have no clue how it would be after. Less than a week left. I’m building puzzles any free time I could...
Mila the bastard child. 2nd story
Iris was born rich and always wanted to keep it that way. Her family had the first TV in the whole town when she was young. She never had to wear her sisters’ clothes growing up even if they were in perfect condition. She just always had everything new all the time. Not only that, all of her siblings including herself went to one of the best universities in country. Her parents raised them...
Please make me an orphan. Period.
Mila the bastard child. 1st story
Mila never knew why. She had a very well known rich family, to be exact rich father. Her father was a very successful businessman and he owned a company that almost half of the country would have heard of. But her family was the living example of “money isn’t everything”. Many people respected her father for how he had raised his company from nothing, but he never earned respect...
I like playing hide and seek with my dog. It’s more fun probably because he’s not so good at finding me. Hope he gets better as he gets older.
theinexperiencedgirl asked: just curious, where did you runaway to?
If I didn't run away from home when I turned 18
I don’t know who my father is and I’m fine with that. But being mistreated by people because of that reason wasn’t fine at all. Specially when those people are the ones that decided to raise me. I often fantasized about living in an orphanage growing up. That might have been better or worse but I thought it would be better. Another thing I fantasized all the time was killing...