Fall to Winter

Epilogue

    Love. Such a fickle word. As a child it was definitely something to yearn for but once you see the pain that it entails, it doesn't seem that favourable.

    Let me clarify this real quick. It isn't that I think all love is untrustworthy but that it is a very complicated emotion. I used to believe that the world we live in was something incredible. I loved my parents and everything that it entailed but then reality struck me at quite the young age. I mean, it isn't like everyday you find out your parents aren't as true to each other as they say they are. 

    Lots of affairs. Lots of lies. Lots of hate. At the time I hadn't even reached double digits yet. I really was nothing but a child who didn't know any better. 

    My parents were highly respected because of their company. Both of them snuck around each others backs. They also had it in their heads that their spouse wasn't allowed to cheat. Which really is quite the hypocritical situation. 

    If you haven't figured it out yet, it was I who spilled the beans. The largest fight I had ever seen from them broke out. I was blamed for their unhappiness and their level of strictness increased once they found out what I was. Not that any of that matters anymore.

    Poor family life, none of that is new though. Many people have it worse and honestly I'm in college now so it doesn't matter. 

    My older sister who was more like a mother to me had been disowned when I was in middle school. Her younger twin brother on the other hand was praised and promised the succession of the company. 

    Ugh. I am so scrambled right now. I don't know what I'm supposed to focus on. I mean like, there's the time I was kidnapped in elementary...and middle school, but that is old news. Oh wells. I'll leave that as it is. Now maybe I should get out of bed? Meh, my alarm hasn't gone yet.