It's funny how your hands are the first thing you see. When you're born to when you die. When you go to sleep and when you wake up you see them. But I hate my hands. I think about what they've done to me and I just don't want to think anymore. I want to forget it. I just want to sleep. But yet I know that when I wake up again; I will see my hands. They will always be the first thing that I look at. And looking at them always makes me want to sleep. Sleep just seems to be my remedy lately and sometimes I want to sleep for a long long time. Maybe even forever. But then I think about everything and everyone around me. I realize that I need to be able to stay awake; even when I don't want to. Even when I hate my hands. Even when I look at what they did to me; I need to stay awake. I need to stay alive.
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Honesty
عشوائيShe sighed a deep breath. She wasn't at all ready for what the day had in store for her. She took a deep breath and got out of bed anyway. She always did. Even if many of the pills in her mother's bathroom could take the pain away. Even if the gun i...
