It's too late. It's too late to have the perfect relationship with my parents. The perfect disney childhood. I have been deprived of it all. When I was a kid I remember I had a friend over and my dad went on a rage and threw a recliner at me... I got in a lot of fights when I was younger. I have come so close to killing my younger brother so many times. I have taken anger managment. Nothing will ever seal up the scars on my heart. Why the fuck... do. I. Keep. Talking. About. This. Heart. I am not supposed to have one.
I once thought of the world as if we were just toys... and that some little red headed bitch (I used to have a thing for red headed bitch's) was running everything. I would loose control and beat the living shit out of my best friends... I was that kid. I hate how much I care anymore. It's like I went from being the unstopible juggernaught to well, Larry The Cucumber... I am a bitch and the one thing keeping me sane are the random girls that seem to appear... shit guess there is a god... But then again I just made a cross referance between X-Men and Veggitales... I am going to hell.
Zach. You're not going to hell. You do have a heart. You do care. (:
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