
You know when you have your own person like when their smile is like warm summer well that person to me was my mother but not anymore. After my father left us saying me and my mother were unmanageable we thought he would return like he always does after every fight and so we waited for him to be back but days grew into weeks into months then he was out of the picture. Then there was a series of new guys every now and then some would stay for a week and some less and my mother would have different kind of version of herself depending on the guy. I was just there cause she have that tiny pity inside of her for me and she couldn't let me live on the streets. She caused me pain. She made me eager for gore. Her every time changing for some guy made me rebirth as an evil, disgusted and psycho freak that I am today. I enjoy pain as she enjoys her men for exchange of money but not my pain I seek for others. She isn't my person anymore. No one is.

