I’m almost 17 years old, but I feel as if I’m already coming close to the end of my existence. I can’t exactly pinpoint an exact moment that I started feeling this way, so I guess I should just start from the beginning.
When I was young my father was very abusive to my mother. He was an alcoholic, she was a holy roller. She felt as if she could fix him. You can’t polish shit. I remember being very very young and watching him beat her to the ground. This continued on until they divorced the day before my 9th birthday. Most kids are really […]