I'm like the wallpaper, there but barely noticed.
Mark Peter HughesBright and wild like fire. Ha. Friendless and alone like a pathetic loser was more like it.
Mark Peter HughesReplaying her words in my head, I could feel my face redden again.
I wanted to flush my head down the toilet.
And I was reminded once again how a song really can change the world.
Mark Peter HughesThe thing is, my father has about as much rhythm as a drunken octopus […]
Mark Peter HughesIf it looks like a duck and quacks likes a duck, it's a duck, right?
Mark Peter HughesHow could you ever feel comfortable if no matter where you went you felt like you belonged someplace else?
Mark Peter HughesTag: belonging comfortable
She was like having our own nanny, the Sex Nanny Sent By Satan.
Mark Peter HughesJust because you never look at me doesn't mean I'm not here.
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