MY UPDATE

My mother would say, in her usual witticism, that "Life is a bitch, right?" And that is, of course, true. For a while. There are moments when it is difficult to remember life without her there . One day I did not feel it at all. My mom was gone and I had become a very bad kid. Not very good, I suppose, not very smart. Just a kid, probably a girl. A girl who is pretty sure that I'm going in the toilet. That I might die. Like they say: you can only learn so much from a toilet bowl. So I learned to hide in my room with my guitar, listening to music, for hours on end. In the beginning it had been the only way to escape, as my parents and teachers were always in town. As long as I wasn't around, nobody would ever know that he was there. Now I used to run into her on occasion. She was always Fucked me over In the most Ways possible but I couldn't let it happen because that wouldn't be Like me ya know butt personally i wouldn't mind a little buttsecks a while and there here and there but fuck this anyway i don't care im ending my life GG NO RE