Im not in the mood for this… you never are… lets do something else then… you have way too much mood swings, you need to make it stop… mmm… at least enough not to interrupt what were doing…I feel sick today, not just to cover, for real… must have been tough for mother, right?… what?… to live alone, so young, so poor, good thing she was so powerful cause… it wasnt always like that… like that?… yes, everything, she wasnt powerful until much later, she slowly grew it up on her own… but she didnt had the time, which means… she was tortured many times, Im so sick right now, I feel like Im going to puke… but it wasnt always like that, mom had a happy family… yeah, about that, I made that up, sorry, not completely though… what happened?… grandpa and grandma lives changed when they realized she was pregnant, Im gonna go as far to say that it was a dream come true… how happy… it was, they started to look at themselves, to take care of their home, life became good, they didnt need drugs anymore, of course that Im being very general with this, Im too tired to go into details… its ok, its easy to understand, they finally thought they were getting the children they wanted, the home sense they forgot about… they were worried that something may have gone wrong because they were brother and sister, there was lot of guilt around their feelings… it isnt really their fault… but it drags a lot of issues, old family problems, self steem and present problems, it was a big door for other bad things to come… how bad… its not like they were this ultra depressed kind of people, they would normally try to smile and laugh,, they were nice people, but there was a lot of pressure… they needed an exit… its not like they were obsess with being rich, yet it would have been nice, they were really poor, they both had to work very hard, and… theres them, the bad stuff like poverty, huge family issues, explosive genes, guilt; and the good stuff, they were happy to be together, to have their home… my memories about the house are a foggy but I think they got it later when… lets not lose track, where did they lived before the house?… mmm, I think it was like a, one of those you carry with your car, that thing,… they must have really loved each other, to be their reason to be living… of course they did, it was great, the base of everything… how lovely, but theeeen… no pregnancy, guilt for incest, they were very catholic you see, and they believe is a sin… mmm… lets not lose track, it was a big injury in their heart that opened a way for everything else… did they wanted children that bad?… its not just that, its a sense of home, they needed children to put them back together no matter what, their lives were rough… I see, but the child never came… exactly, and they exploded, they couldnt take it anymore and started to relief their pain and stress elsewhere… drugs… at first it wasnt that big, but it became a vicious circle, more and more, they became addicts, the strings of their heart attached to shallow pleasure, one you needed money to keep going, money that they didnt have… its already giving me a headache… were not even close to be there, yet… I feel the guilt coming up… we didnt harm them, we didnt do anything, on the contrary, I kinda love them… kinda?… yep, I dont want to make mom mad… back to the story, with all the problems, did they got apart?… yes, the very reason they were living for, they kept loving each other, and living together, but they looked for other people in order to fill their heart attached to addiction… what happened to grandpa?… are you still calling him that way?… ok, what happened to granduncle?… I dont quite remember, he went his own way to do drugs because of two things, one is that he didnt have enough money for both, two is that he felt guilty, he knew it was wrong… in a way it was great, if they kept doing drugs together they would have eventually suicide, without us being born… is all you care about? didnt we said we loved them? hihihi… Im just playing with words, aaaaand what about grandma?… of course she wasnt very happy, she wasnt happy at all, to be left behind, without her little treasure… didnt she worked? she could pay for her stuff… are you really going to make me say it?… sure, why not… she didnt earn enough money, she was just some woman doing a pitiful women job, they basically paid her with peanuts and she had to clap like a little monkey when she got it, in order to please her masters… lets not get too angry and stick with the story, soooo crack whoring… yes, Im glad she just didnt die and they tossed her corpse on some alley… Im going to play with words a little, since there is not much left to do about those times… ok… at least we all got born… it could have been different… and you keep having those fantasies… shut up… hihihi.
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