1992

three

pictures hung on the walls very crooked-like, it didn't bother me but i fixed them anyways. as best as i could. the smell was like someone died underneath the couch and the body just stayed there. add that smell with weed and you got my entire house. the couch was broken, one of the cushions missing. luckily, the tv was still in one piece but we don't have cable or antenna so what's the point in having a tv? we don't use it.

the carpet was very rough, so i'd recommend having shoes on while walking on it. i let out a yawn, my eyes noticing a letter left on the dresser next to the broken couch. it was from my sister as i grabbed the letter with my hands. letting my eyes blink a few times before working my brain to read her handwriting. it wasn't messy, it's just i didn't feel like reading when i first woke up. the letter said something along the lines of, " i went to work, you should clean your room. it's starting to look and smell like a garbage can in there. "

i rolled my eyes at that remark. she's the only one who cared about my room being like that which at least someone did, because i sure didn't. i decided not to clean my room, putting one foot in front of the other to make my way to the kitchen. with two days worth of dishes piling up in the sink. it would've been more if my sister wasn't there. this entire house would probably be worse if diana wasn't here.

opening the fridge door, there was barely food. you was lucky if there was stuff to make a sandwich in there. laying on the first shelf were week old leftovers that should be thrown away. they just stay in there building up a smell that is toxic to your nose. there is maybe a few water bottles in there, which i ended up grabbing one. setting the bottle down so i can rub my eyes to maybe see a little better, which it helped. i would've told my parents to tell them i was leaving for the day but they wouldn't have cared.

i didn't have a job, i just couldn't stand being closed up in this wretched house all day. i could only imagine the toxic smell from my parents room. that's where most of the smell comes from. they didn't care or even notice that i leave, so i didn't bother telling them. making my way to the main door, opening it with my free hand. the smell of the outside being a relief as i quickly shut the door to the house.

taking a swig of my water; i felt the coldness of the water rush through me. the fresh air felt nice on my skin. the weather was some-what cold, but it was manageable. outside in the yard there was no trees in the front, just a old rusty fence around it. making my way to that same fence, my eyes gazed towards the house i've grew up in. the house looked run-down. i guess the years haven't been to happy to this house, but i could tell it use to be something magnificent. something less bleak and boring, the color of it was just a plain white. with dirt piling into the outside walls making it a brown-white color.