Check out my brand new story on Wattpad called: There's Something Wrong With Dad My father has a tattoo that runs from his shoulder to his elbow on his right side; I never thought anything about it. He works, leaves for weeks at a time but comes back with pockets filled with money and bags filled with gold that he auctions off for thousands. I don't know what he does, but I never thought anything about it because he was able to sustain a suitable lifestyle for us. He had moments of anger yes, but he never abused us; he was a loving father. Even after the death of my mother, his caring character helped us move forward, and his idea of moving to a new hometown was for the best of our sanity. However, I could not help but notice the cold poisonous stare he would often give to my sister, and his brief moments of violence that he had trouble controlling. When I watched him beat a robber to an unidentifiable creature, grabbing his gun and continuously shooting him until there was nothing more than brain residue splattered all over the floor, those words in red flashed across my mind; There's something wrong with dad. I love him so much, but I can't help to think that he had something to do with the death of my mother. And I'm scared he's going to do it again. But to one of us. Here's the link: https://www.wattpad.com/story/73365844-there%27s-something-wrong-with-dad
so, where I live people just love to illegally ride 4 wheelers on the road. they always stir up my dogs and drive back and forth and refuse to stop when we try to get them. today, my puppy that wasnt even a year old, got hit and died. he's usually very good at not going down to the road. except when it comes to people riding 4 wheelers ILLEGALLY. it's loud and they usually go slow enough to alarm the dogs and they start to chase. i feel like such crap. i wanted them to be put in the pen but everyone refuses to do so. and i havent spent much time with him since he was born- and even when i have, it always consisted of him and his brother playing on my bed around me. especially lately because of work. and now i have his brother and im going to spend more time with him. and that makes me feel worse because Pi would have loved more time with me. he would have loved to sleep in my bed with me more. he was so loving. and i didnt really do that with him because he had his brother and they were always playing outside and i was always working or sleeping. all i can think of is his sad puppy eyes looking at me from outside the door, wanting me to come play or him to come inside to play and its breaking my heart. i didnt deserve him.
ChanceNight posted a quote
December 17, 2015 5:01pm UTC
No matter how many times you are broken there will always be someone willing to pick up the pices and put them back together and one day you will make a beautiful picture because without you the puzzle can never be complet.
The truth is, i still love him. The truth is, i cant stand the silence that resides where our hands used to meet. But that doesn't mean i won't go through the nine rings of hell just to spite him. i'd rather spend an eternity with the devil strapped to my back than admit that i still give a damn. and believe me, i will act like a shot of wiskey taste better than his lips ever did. i'll create wildfires in city streets before i ever came knocking at his door again. I will never admit to him that he has a bleeding organ in his hands.- the one he ripped out of my chest all those years ago; when he asked for a dance.
He has seen me when I wake in the morning with messy hair and sleepy eyes, where I would rather say in bed all day relaxing but he still finds me lovely. He has seen me When I know I'm not going anywhere special, but I dress anyway Where I get all dolled-up and adoring but he still finds me lovely. He has seen me When I don't feel comfortable in my own skin, but let him in where its just us two and trusting but he still finds me lovely He has seen me When I am just tired and want to go home where I drag my feet and head is aching but he still finds me lovely. He has seen me When I am worn out and shakey where I cry and slowly breaking but he still finds me lovely. I have seen him when he is at his weakest where he is at his most encouraging and I still find him lovely.
BreeeFayy* posted a quote
March 9, 2014 7:43pm UTC
Do not court death by your erring way of life, nor draw to yourself destruction by the works of your hands. Because God did not make death, nor does he rejoice in the destruction of the living. For he fashioned all things they they might have being, and the creatures of the world are wholesome; there is not a destruction drug amung them nor any domain of Hades on eath, for righteousness is undying wisdom 2:12-15
Here's the thing; I'm not perfect. I hate make-up. I'm stubborn. I can be mean. I can also be nice. I don't like the place I live. I don't like being called names. I don't like being judged. Sometimes I mess up. I'm opinionated. I'm boy-band obssessed. But one day, I'll find someone who can love me for that. And if you aren't that someone? Then I won't be bothered by it. xo