Even though I could never be trash, life taught me what it felt like to be it. I didn't live like everyone else, I only existed. I hate life, and life hates me.

Spoiler: Spoiler Ive had this idea in my head for awhile. And I'm sick of procrastinating. So here you go. And fair warning if your not into dark writing then this isn't for you. I don't fully know how things are going to go in this story so changes could be regular. Also I would love to improve as a writer so any feedback would be much appreciated.