I used to be so good at writing stories... I'd sit at the aisle in the kitchen and just write away...
I think the first ever story I wrote was inspired off the princess with the pea under her mattress. It was Straight Love (blegh) and it had a happy ending.
Fast forward to my mom and dad having a huge fight in the kitchen. I was looking from the stairs. We didn't have banisters i could hide in but there was a wall that obscured a few of the upper steps from sight. So that I could see them and they couldn't see me.
Their yelling was loud like BOOM . And SHARP . Like GLASS . Their words hurt more than eachother and they were both determined to make the other crack first...
Well... my dad did. And stormed out.
It's possible this is a false memory. We've had this memory ever since it happened and we've told people about this memory... it's highly possible the memory we always talked about was covering something my brain couldn't handle.....
......I have a few ideas......
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HorrorWe hold absolutely nothing back in this book; these are unfiltered thoughts btw. We write in this book to vent / rant; whatever we need. We will update this book as we go on. This is a Diary of sorts for a Complex DID System whose been through RAMC...
