My brain
Some days I feel amazed about my brain feels amazing the way it again think about many many
things at once and also how different those things could be. It's amazing I can think about that
hilarious time when I was with my best friend had a sleepover and we were laughing we were
laughing so hard and I pissed myself and we were laughing even much harder than that I can also
think about the time when I was shopping with my mum and she bought me these new T-shirts that I
love and then she bought me a new sweater and a sweater I still do have in my closet and I still bet
it's today's day I can also think about the time when we moved when I first saw this room and how
excited I was in all these things I can think about at once one time!
But it's not that easy every time my brain also brings up memories I would like to forget and he's
ugly shady disgusting memories are mixing with his funny when he's kind of at least loving
memories so it's big chaos and I'm fucking annoyed and I'm I'm disgusted and angry because I don't
know what did happen and what did not happen as well as I can think about is nice and kind
moments my brain still opens up his memories about my uncle who couldn't stop when I wanted to
but also I can think about my dad who took me to the aeroplane for the first time I was so excited but
then another memory brings up and it's about my uncle who didn't stop as I was screaming and
begging for help and I know I fucking do that everyone everyone at that house could hear me and
everyone could see what he was doing but no one did anything to help me even though I was fucking
seven even though I was screaming and begging for help no one help me but then I also can't think
about the time when my best friend bought me this necklace and we had matching necklaces and we
were so happy we took some photos and we bought our first coffee and we were fucking disgusted
because it was disgusting we didn't like Coffee because it was our first time trying it ever and he
didn't like it at all so we both coffee and then throw it right into the thrash
My brain is an excellent piece of art my brain is something that I can't understand even though I am
with my brain I am nothing more but I am excited about learning new things but it keeps help keeps
hurting me and it keeps making me sad because it brings up all these bad memories and it's mixing
them with my good memories so at the end of the day I feel sad because I don't know what's real
anymore I don't know what did happen and what did not happen so if I'm lying here I am confused I
have no idea what's really am I real is this for all the real How am I not a loss in a minute and have I lost my mind am I okay what did happen did he touch me was either the seventh or nothing
happened I'm just making up something and I am just bored what is happening I'm scared and I'm
confused and I don't know what's real anymore and I don't think anyone can help me because my brain is trying to kill me.
