I cant be sober without getting fucking pissy?
wow.. how the times have changed.
Do i need fuckin rehab? like jesus christ. people fuckin piss me off.
its like monday to saturday im actin like a basket case.
Work makes me mad. because their ignorant fucks.
i owe the world money. and cant do anything about it. i disgust myself.
Opening my eyes; early summer dawn shimmers through my open window. The wind -flowing cold- is so calming in this heat. The temperatures have been rather humid, more so than usual. I try to swallow but my throat tightens up. I hop out of my bed, throw on a t-shirt, and head downstairs to the kitchen. As I tread down the staircase I find myself stumbling. I couldn't help but notice my brother is already awake and having a bite to eat. I peer to my left; the bowl of apples glimmer, and I can tell they've been freshly washed.
" How long have you been awake? " I ask rubbing the sleep from my eyes. " Since about 8 o'clock this morning. " he says passively and continues working away at the now soggy Fruit Loops. It's hard for him to admit it, but we've all been aware of his abnormal sleeping patterns as of late. Falling asleep at appropriate times have proven to be a difficult task for his young mind, racing with questions and a dying thirst for answers. Due to the hours as to which he finally manages to be at ease and sleep, his use of daytime suffers as we watched his schedule shift to a more nocturnal timetable.
It had been almost 5 years since the place we had to call our own, was transformed into nothing more than smouldering ash; a memory of our ideal utopia; our home. That day was embedded into my mind with not chance of escape. The sun gazed over the horizon to the left of my line of sight, complementing the snow's shimmering crystals from the fresh November snowfall, leaves whistled across the city streets in the warm breeze. It was fairly unusual weather for where we live and what we're used to... "Why think too much of it right? " I thought to myself.
As we watched the crest of the sky burst into brighter lights than ones spoken of like in the fables of heaven, we were blinded; no chance of clarity was in our grasp. The initial shine alone had one wondering if they have lost their vision permanently, yet the glaze in the sky settled. As I regained my focus I felt almost awestruck of the warm glow created by the vermilion lights floating above my beautiful town
