Okay. You know what sucks? Having your brothers the ones that when they were your age did drugs, partied, smoked, the lot, THINK you are on drugs. I'm pissed. Livid actually. I hate drugs I hate what they do to people. I hate what happened during my childhood because of them. So FUCK IT. I don't talk about my pasted. I can change it so why talk about it, right? Humans have a complex of getting used to things, a living beings do. Take frogs for instant, if you put them in a pot of water and slowly crank the heat what happens? They don't relize they are dying until they can't stop it. I was a kid when I grew up. I never noticed how much silence was behind my brothers eyes for so long. Now they think I would do something I think is dumb as hell. My brothers think becuase I spend my time reading, writing, on the internet, and sleeping, that I would be like them. I hate it. It sucks. They get mad at my tollerence levels and the fact I have medical problems and we don't understand them. But oh well. I guess the fact I give a damn about myself means nothing to them.
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PoetryOn growing collection of my tea drinking moments when my mind is well 'a bit' more silent.
