Who shot that arrow in your throat?
Who missed the crimson apple? Here I am on another cold and desolate early morning. I should go to sleep, but every time I close my eyes, it's the same dream. The same face I see. The same face I've seen night after night, year after year. Like a haunting melody that you can't get out of your head. Maybe, I think to myself, I'm not cut out for this life. Maybe this isn't where I'm supposed to be. But if it's not, then why am I here? And if it's not one thing, it's another. If it's not the dreams, it's my family. How my dad damn destroyed our lives with his drinking problems. I don't give a fuck how long he's been sober (2 years and some odd months), I will never forgive him for what he put us all through. I will never forgive him for making my mom cry and I will always hate him with some little peice of me for it. I will never forgive him for the way he always made sure his friends and shit knew I was his step daughter when most of my...