I am made to think of bad words, by different people, and when I felt out of control, like tortured, I thought of one. I was tired of my dad for communicating to me "it's not it" for a day. Since then, things have escalated, and every little thing that happens somehow gets communicated to him, I mean if anything makes me feel good or relieved. Before, I left the house saucily while my dad was on the phone with his mom. Since then, things have been bad for me.
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