She stared at her golden glass , tilting it back and fourth , still smirking , as she drank slowly , wearing that thinking face .
"Ain't it funny how i never noticed you?"she asked , expecting an answer .
"you seem mysterious and dark but somehow bubbly, you got that odd vibe everybody's deranged by ."
What is it that she hid from herself for so long?
What damage did they cause her .
She was a loner ever since day one , she remembers vaguely
"I used to disconnect this child from every sort of reality and attachment, i took this little girl on a trip away from home , the further she went the more home she felt ,
The more imaginary it got , the more she could have a normal family .
But what she didn't realize was that doing so she used to take an immense amount of bullshit away from her conscious leaving her subconscious in a raging maze of memories and loopholes that fucked her up slowly.
To this she drank , "to the beloved ..she stopped , giggled , Beloved my ass .To the BEFUCKED memories of my childhood , cheers darlin."
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RandomWritings on how she's been able to accept her demons and explore her own hellish universe , the journey is twisted and full of interesting and relatable stories .
