Cheyenne Pajardo
Stories (4/0)
Of The Same Coin
It kinda grosses me out that I’ll never know anyone fully. I can spend every waking second with them and still not know who they are. Is that not absurd? Maybe people feel that way about me, too. I do have a tendency to draw people in and then leave them just out of arms reach. I call it “protecting my peace,” but I really do it because I refuse to let anyone that close to my heart. What if they take it and never return it?
By Cheyenne Pajardo2 years ago in Fiction
Little Black Book
If I could’ve punched Olivia Day in the fucking face, I would’ve. I hate thinking of my best comebacks after the fact. It makes me want to have the fight all over again. I would’ve told her the only reason boys in school like her is because they know how easy she is. She’d sleep with any boy who gave her attention because she’s so fucked up from her daddy issues. Or I would’ve told her that her haircut is stupid. But instead, Olivia Day commented on me having two moms and you know what I said?
By Cheyenne Pajardo3 years ago in Families