SO SOMEWHERE DOWN THE ROAD, I ENDED UP BEING         fucked up. Much like the little things that just add up in one single day, I vent. It was always an intention to release half the bottled-up emotions that I hide SO, so well. Usually, when writing, you start and stop start and stop. But, I'm dreading the impact of my words. Who gives a shit what you have to say these days? Apparently, no one in the outside world. It was just fine for a while: how I held together even in the darkest of moments. ... more »

SO SOMEWHERE DOWN THE ROAD, I ENDED UP BEING         fucked up. Much like the little things that just add up in one single day, I vent. It was always an intention to release half the bottled-up emotions that I hide SO, so well. Usually, when writing, you start and stop start and stop. But, I'm dreading the impact of my words. Who gives a shit what you have to say these days? Apparently, no one in the outside world. It was just fine for a while: how I held together even in the darkest of moments. Sometimes, I looked towards my friends for hope, for support, for comfort. Now, it's impossible to have a casual conversation with someone. Yeah, it's that awkward.

If you're willing to read on, I must inform that the possible outcome is nothing short from insane. I got torn down easily, wounded from every scar and broken in half, if only at an instant when my world falls apart. I'm just a kid. Not even in my twenties; yet I'm in the agonizing process of, slowly, watching my father die from an addiction. What do you do when all that is left is your family? I mean, never could I be any stronger than when I'm in the midst of death. If he gives up, so do I. And, I can't leave it like that. I'd rather stick around and see who's left standing next to me.
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