My entire life, I had wanted to die. I never knew why but misery was always my greatest high and playing alone, with my own self gave me the ultimate recognition of being queen above all these assholes. I grew up in a nuclear family - I, being the only baby. Both of my parents hailed from Poland - one from some area that used to be German and she still claims it to be, although is not, and my father, a classic city brute from Warsaw. My upbringing consisted of my mother’s mother constantly beating me in our little apartment while she and father were away, being my caretaker. This is the very last time I shall use the word ‘father’. She would tell me stories, show me witchcraft, and do everything in her power to either make me bleed externally, physically, or scare my mind into another world to which I would never question a single thing, nor mention it to my mother; whom I was closest with. ---good beginning unto one of my stories? as it progresses, it needlessly comes to say.. becomes twisted and supernatural.
Posted on: Thu, 06 Jun 2013 09:31:49 +0000
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