I have to admit it is a bleak evening
My brain is fuzzy
As well as my hands.
Clyde and cotton candy
Keep breaking into my thoughts… 28 more words
And they have. My apologies for the lapse in writing; I’ve actually desperately needed to write but my father has gone from controlling and verbally abusive to 100 percent controlling my daily – down to the hour and minute most times – of my life. 974 more words