Tummyache
I feel as though…I have just been violated.
Personally violated. Everything just touched and out there. Uncomfortable, dirty, and wrong.
Last night a sanctuary type place was invaded by dirty huns. In one quick decision everything can just turn horrible and sucky, and you wish you where in an alternate universe were you didn’t make that one stupid choice. I have never been so aware of that fact til now. Because of one choice I am alone; I have dissaponted my dad; I am going to be in a shit load of trouble; My parents are going to hate each other even more and it will be my fault; and
So now I sit here at a crossroads, comtemplating on which way to turn. Seems that either way I go, punishment is a head. My stomach churns everytime I think of what’s to come and how it is just so fucking inevitable.
