More or less my thoughts on living in, and trying to raise a family in an awful neighborhood. The break in from thursday still has my me on the edge.

These thoughts, this struggle, the reason I exist, trying to survive in a world so cold, a world that doesnt want us around anymore. On the verge of destruction with a paranoia. I had been destroying myself from the inside out with what if's. Maybe had I been home the break in would've been avoided. There I stood, a scholded child twisted with shock that the nicest people get ripped off by the scum of the streets. Sometimes I feel like I got to get a gun and take care of things my own way, since the police only seem to make matters worse. Maybe this isn't what I want, or maybe being a recovering alcoholic blinded me from the truth of how pathetic my life truly is. If I pick up another bottle, I wouldnt cease til the next. 

Submitted: December 16, 2013

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Criss Sole

I'm sure many of us can relate, I know I can for sure. I really wish you all the best, and hope you keep writing.

Sat, December 21st, 2013 10:39am


Thanks for the kind words, I'm still going to be writing just not as much because of some things going on even though my writing is my thoughts and is a major outlet

Sat, December 21st, 2013 1:52pm

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