Another fight, another arguement. Will thing's ever change? I ask myself that every day, and i pray that they will....but they never do. I cower in my room, with the door locked, and the music turned up so loud that no one can hear me screaming my heart out. I'm afraid to come out, and be struck down with word's like knives that peirce my heart a thousand times. Like so many time's in the past. I keep hoping that this life that i live, is just a nightmare. And that someday i will wake from it. But that's just fantasy. The reality is, that this life, my life, the nightmare....it's real and it's never going to end.
Will thing's ever change?
December 23, 2008