strokes of the pen.♥

this was just a crazy day..

*sigh*

i got a deep cut on my finger and it's all because of me..

or was it?

i didn't notice it at first..

i was in this intense and heated conversation with my mother,

which by the wat was the reason why i unconsciously smashed the plastic bowl i was carrying around the kitchen..

it was plastic..and so i thought i t wouldn't break..

but like glass it broke into pieces..

and it cut through my finger..

ouch..

i only realized i had that cut when i went towards the dish rack to get another bowl and noticed i stained blood on one of the dishes lined there..

eeekkk!

i hate blood..

i hate seeing it!

especially if it is of my own..

*sigh*

what hurts even more was what my mama was saying..

i never said a word everytime she would talk all sorts of things about me..

but this day..

this day was different..

i HAD to talk back..

i talked back this once..

and she condemns me for the rest of her life.. :'(

it hurts 'cause my brother talks back at her everytime..

and she always ALWAYS forgives him..

sh*t..

i hate this life..

i hate hate HATE myself for thinking to run away..

running away can never do anybody any good.. :'(

i'll have to stay..

-i'll stay

ddenz11♥