It was a warm, breezy summer night. It was me and the whole gang together. I thought I’d kick back with my friends and have a few. . .

Constance killed herself, we were told one black Monday morning in the early November of our high school junior year. She had slit. . .

Dear Journal. . .

Her arched eyebrow spelled doom for my request. I had hoped for sympathy, a smile, maybe even an immediate drafting of a plan. . .

Jerry was a fat boy. He thought of himself as nothing more than that. . .

Sadness and gloom hung over the maiden Ravenna as she traveled down Charon’s Path. Each labored step was absolutely worth it. . .

Girls didn’t make the first move. That was the rule and Kristina didn’t have the nerve to try to break it. . .

Being a teenager has never been easy for anyone. But that’s especially the case me. . .

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Self-titled debut album from Leeds' Various. . .