Your eyes looking at the clock say go to bed your lids are heavy with sleep but it will not come. You spend the night awake going over and over in your mind everything that went wrong. You can’t remember the good because the bad drowns it out; you think does he remember anything good himself or stay awake at night also. He called you an angel and then 8 years later suddenly you’re the devil in this little masquerade of life. Left to explain it to the little boy whom is your greatest creation destined to become bigger and better then both of you. So next time and angry word or a violent temper try to get the better of you stop, breathe, and think of the fall out that will come later it will be so much worse then the cause of your anger.
Currently Reading: Oliver Twist
Currently Listening To: Panic At The Disco
TV: Watched some lifetime movie with Michelle Trachtenberg in it this afternoon.
