I was walking down my street, dim lamps everywhere. My dead bet father didn't know where I was, but who really cares. I walked faster realizing that I was tense, I slowered my pace to a nice calm walk. The sweat drips down the end of my face and I can taste the saltiness. Im drunk, nobody gave a fuck so me and my mate just drunk heaps, stole alcohol from the father and boosted. I would be by myself or with taylah because the thought of having other people around me made me cringe. I hated people, I wished I was an animal or something.
I heard foot steps behind me and I decided to quicken my pace, but then that person walked faster. With my whole body I turned around to completely nothing. My imagination, I gotta start using those drugs that the docoter provides me. But they make me sleepy and depressed. I hated that feeling when your so tired and can't sleep. I basically ran back home so that I could pretend someone cared for me. There was my house, so ugly and big. Apparently haunted, but who knows, I would love haunting someone, like a handsome man or something get me a husband. But I don't interact with boys very well. My small body crawled up the enormous cold pipe and into my open window. Plooped into bed and fell asleep, not knowing that the next morning I was vomiting everything I eat that whole month.
