Black LipstickBlack Lipstick: A Novel of a Gothic Nerd
Love is a lie. You can be credulous in believing that love is a grand thing. When you suffer a broken heart, you become obdurate in accepting another's affection. Allow me to expatiate on this jejune subject to which one so immature would understand.
My name, as of now, is not of importance but if I must tell you, some call me a devil in disguise or an unloved, broken hearted demon but you can call me Miko. I'm smart and meet the criteria of a teacher's pet and a nerd. The student population at my school finds me extraneous and emotionless. There's a long list each clique has on what they think is wrong with me. A potpourri of mental and emotional infirmities that leave me with this dark and shady aura. Typical and very common in high school.
At my inception of attending high school, I realized how so much drama can emotionally deplete you, the main subject being that of love. Everybody had each others' backs and their significant others had mor