Dear Daybook,
Why is this event still bother me? I thought it would have been in the back of my mind by now but somehow everyday flashbacks appear in my head like a movie. I hear the screams and the words of the little girl begging for the boy to stop. The boy was her older brother.She was 12 and he was 17. The girl is now 16.He's gone but I can still feel his touch everytime I try to go to sleep.This is literally driving me fucking crazy!I tried talking to my dad and therapist about it but all they say is that I'm still going to have the flashbacks because it wasn't too long ago when this happened; I don't understand how they can't help me. To me, it's like they don't even care or try to help me in any way possible. My dad doesn't think I know but I know he's screwing my therapist. Somewhere ,I'm going to find something or someone to help me get through this because it's sick that I can't even turn off my bedroom light without imagining his face. My mom isn't even around to talk to because she's too busy with her new family in New York.......what a great life I have huh?Maybe if that bastard was dead,would my thoughts clear up or become worse? My friend Ashton put up a tweet yesterday that said ,"Dont blame the world for your problems.The world isn't fucked up, the people are!" and she was damn right...
