I come from a seriously fucked up family. A family, where no one knows who the other is, but they judge each other according to certain misconceptions in their minds, nonetheless. In this family, the daughter is seen as a whore, not only by her siblings but by her mother and her father as well. This family is incapable of showing love or expressing it. It's a dead family where no one talks and no one listens. Each and everyone lives in his or her own world.
My world is not that fancy, it consists of a small bed, a desk and a laptop on which I can use to talk to my friends. I try as much as I can to escape the real family. I play The Sims, where the father truly loves his daughter instead of throwing some cash in her face, and the mother listens and accepts her for who she truly is.
Back to the real world, it's silent, a long while ago people stopped taking to each other. Instead, they have opted for finding new means to terrorize and to psychologically hurt each other. Making one reach he verge of thinking of committing suicide or eloping or just escaping and living somewhere else. Independence, therefore, becomes a means for survival 101.
There is not much to write about, after 20 years, it is just stating facts, mentioning the daily routine, getting by in the most dehumanized mechanical way, to avoid heartache. Something that continues to surprise me, I still have feelings after all this. Humanity can be restored, somehow.
Today, there is no song, just music: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ibEyHJ8gQG0
Peace Out! H!
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