//march 12, 2012//
dear whoever is reading this,
i believe that my life is getting worse and worse by the day. if i had to choose the difference between my life and a rock's, there would be no difference. every day, i walk in to my heavenly abode just to see my two parents arguing about some shitty event that happened to them that day. it's either about how someone should stop going to the horse tracks so much, or how they should stop yapping their mouth about clothing and gossip.
anyways, i'm not gonna let you know who i am so i'll call myself sam to let your imagination go wild.
do you ever get that feeling when you know that something is wrong, but you don't know what to do? i saw my dad with another woman and they were kissing. not like gross pda in middle school, but it was like kissing when you're on a honeymoon.
he saw me and hit me. his breath was laced with the nostril burning stench of alcohol that i was familiar with. then, he told me not to tell my mother or else he would kill me, so you know.
ain't life swell?
