Sunday, August 31, 2014

Some people can..

..deal with themselves.  I did.  I shouldn't have to go back in that way, like I'm the mistake of my dad and have a Queen for a mom.  These girls are like wetting themselves learning closely from Mamma, the teenagers who are like 16-17 now.  Yet, they are so comfortable and can feel pleasure.  My life is as horrid as it can be, speaking of the norm, with even my dad getting at me.  I can't walk in the room without a new conflict from him himself.  I am the daughter of them both improved and not them.  I don't like to think I am just my parents nor the closest to them all the time, so it would seem for everyone, even them themselves.  It might be good to not feel you have to get too close to anyone in times like this.