I have been trying to write more about my life but it’s been hard. Today, on my lunch break I thought about a whole situation that I waned to write about dealing with childhood abuse but I just can’t get it into words.
This story comes from my brother’s perspective, but he was watching on as he was afraid that my mother was about to kill me right there in front of him and my other siblings. He would have been around 3rd grade at the time because that’s when we moved away from that house and situation, I was in 5th.
In other news, the Country Music Awards hates country music. They told Sammy Kershaw that he wasn’t invited to walk on the red carpet after he made arrangements to be there and it appears that the world agrees with me that that is fucked up.
I’ve been sad lately, but she hasn’t come to rescue me yet. I don’t know what happens but she disappears and I can’t capture her attention again.
I don’t think that I have really heard much from her since February, but it all runs together. I know that I saw her briefly in April and then a few months later but that was on accident and I don’t remember the date.