Friday, 13.03

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by 5eansenberg

by 5eansenberg

We once called these the Golden Wastelands. With their beautiful sand that had a glittery shimmer to it. I loved to play in it when I was still a kid, but that was long ago, sadly.

My wounds must have been treated when I was unconscious, since i can't remember doing it myself. I can't even recall much at all. Just a lot of screaming, blood, and at last a bright shining white light, but I will never know what that was.
I hope I don't find out.

Gladly, I knew my way home, it...I swear it wasn't this far away last time, i swear. But, well. I haven't been home for a long time, so I might have just, well, not gotten used to it again.

I know I'm not a great writer, but this really helps me to just remember things.

I'm honestly scared to come home
I mean
I haven't seen myself
I don't know how that cheating bitch and my lovely best (NOT) fucking friend are doing, and I genuinely don't want to. They probably still live there.
But, you know what? I don't care! I want to see my parents again, hug my mother and get a pat on the back from my dad.