Unwanted Words

Chapter Two

I am Ayrene,
a poet,
a daughter,
and a friend.

When I was young my parents got divorced due to an accident- my dad cheated on her because my mom was so "stupid" she didn't knew how to cook.
Is that even a valid reason to seperate with the so-called "love of your life"?obviously no.

I have this friend called Gab, she was awesome

Yes, was.

She was my bestfriend up until I and him broke up.

I still don't know the reason why until now but I think I feel some clues;

That isn't relevant so let's carry on with my story.

I am 21 years old and I graduated BS Architecture,

Yes Architecture, pretty sweet right? It won't be after I tell you this.

I hate drawing, I hate creating plates, I hate Architecture.

Yes I do hate my master degree.

I really hate it.

Its because of "houses." It triggers me.

The way my dad left us, the way he left me,

It all occured in a "house." Where it all became special in the first place.

I thought it will be a very nice thing to carry on to but sadly it isn't.

Why are they like this? Leaving without consent to anybody.

Why would they want to end things like this?

How awful are they.

"I bought you a gift!" Said by a very high pitched voice,

"Mom!" I screeched.

"How are you feeling today sweetheart?"
"Im alright! I am fine as hell!"
"Words!"
"Sorry."

She gave me this cute little bunny stuffed toy, I named it BonBon.
Cliché.

I brought it with me everytime I miss my mom- she always fleet away without telling me cause she is always in a hurry.

Why are they even like this,
They come, they go.