A snip here,
A thought there.
As I regain consciousness,
This is all I see.
Limbs protesting as I stand
And slowly,
So slowly,
Make my way to the bathroom.
My hangover almost knocks me off my feet.
But then again,
It could also be my memory
That does this.
So as I throw up in the toilet,
I tell myself that this is the
Last
Time
That I let him abuse me.
But I know that isn't true.
Because I chose this.
I wanted this kind of life.
I will never be free of
My
Way
Of
Life.
Or the kind of person
My own
Brother
Is.
YOU ARE READING
My Thoughts
RandomI will write random stuff that I am either feeling or thinking at the time. I hope that you don't get too freaked out, my mind is really weird.
