April 20 2011
Happy birthday to me, I’m28 today why am not happy. Birthdays are suppose to be fun with cakes and pretty bright balloons, but not mine I’m locked in hell in a dark musty room with no light to brighten my day, just this damn lamp that has a yellow glow.
I miss my old life I use to be happy I know it, I just can’t really remember it though which hurts I try to remember the taste of cake and how sweet the frosting taste on my tongue but I can’t it’s too hard it’s been too long, 9 years now, 3285 days, 108 months. I don’t even know how I look like, no mirror to stare at myself at.
I told “HIM” I needed more lady supplies he laughed at me and told me to stay glued to the crapper till I was done. So I made my own I used some old shirts and at night I sleep in the tub.
I heard a knock at the door “here eat up you’re too skinny” the door slammed shut I got off the bed and looked at the plate eggs and ham. I hate egg, so I ate the ham it was cold.
Well since I can’t have a real cake or pretty balloons I’ll draw some of my own.
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