I needed to write this down.
Everytime I have a memory, I have to write it down, because I have such fucking horrible memory.
I think I was four, and I was driving in the country, it was late at night, there were bushes and rocks everywhere. I look out the window, on the right side, and I see this house, with all the lights on.
The next thing I know, is Im in that house, laying next to my baby cuzion and she has a pasaphire in her mouth, and I take it out and put it in mine, and she cries.
and then her dad, ( my uncle) is mad. I cen see it on his face. Hes mad.
I dont know where the fuck that came from, I just fucking remeber it. Thats wierd dude.
I think I was four, and I was driving in the country, it was late at night, there were bushes and rocks everywhere. I look out the window, on the right side, and I see this house, with all the lights on.
The next thing I know, is Im in that house, laying next to my baby cuzion and she has a pasaphire in her mouth, and I take it out and put it in mine, and she cries.
and then her dad, ( my uncle) is mad. I cen see it on his face. Hes mad.
I dont know where the fuck that came from, I just fucking remeber it. Thats wierd dude.