My Life

A few thoughts and memories form my fu*ked up life!

Life in my shoes - pt5

A few weeks later,the last incident forgotten, and Mary once again babysitting,she told me that she had a brother who would like to meet me and that I could have a sleepover at her house if I wanted t

Life in my shoes -pt6

I kept what had happened at Mary's house to myself,not so much because that I thought it was wrong to tell,just that I didn't really speak to my mother about anything at all anymore.

Life in my shoes -pt7

I stood in my new room, it was dark, cold and depressing.Sparsely furnished with my single bed, my old toy box and a dark wooden wardrobe, this wasn't the new start I had been imagining.