I have never had good Memory, From Dates to Names . I am very forgetful for my own liking... I would mostly get in trouble because i forget works or even the things i was suppost to remmeber in school . Yet there is some stuff i can't forget and they just go around my empty mind like a constant cut on an old wound or an old addiction that has never gone away... Those memories... Blood spilled, Tears running down my cheeks just suffering in general..
Death. It's what first stroke taking away my Grandmother, I just walked in and... There she was Her head bashed against the floor... Not long after was when it happened... He called me over A long time friend . The only one who din't really treat me like shit.. I guess this was his plan all along then? I mean ever since i can't look at myself in the mirror with feeling like my body is nothing.. I can't look at myself in the face and say that i am worth anything because of him... "Come to the back, i want to show you something" You stupid Idiot... Thinking someone would actually care for you . No one really does. No one cares.
