12 Jan 2015
We just found my mothers old diary. The first entry is 11th of January 2014. It talks about what my mother and father used to do to each other. But young kids are around and I have to keep a straight face while I play with them. It's been a whole year, 52 weeks, 365 days and approximately 8765.812 hours of this hell.
I want it to end so badly.
I want this year to be completely different.
When everyone makes a big fuss over new year it's them following the crowd but when I made a big deal this year I subconsciously knew that 2014 was the hardest year of my life. I wanted it to change.
It will change.
YOU ARE READING
The recollection of my misunderstood thoughts.
PoetryLife's a struggle and it's hard. There's nothing you can do. Just get trough it. I hate my life. There's nothing new. But when the sun is out and the sky is void of clouds you can't help but feel a smile is overdue
