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The world through my window
As I look upon the past years of my life, well the ones I remember, I see alot of characters and personalities that affected my life. I remember my grandmother... wise as she was it seems she never saw how special I was. Though she tried to hide her dislike for me by way of fake smiles and forced love. A forced love that I would never wish on even my most hated enemy. Its hard to think of it. Just makes me wish I had never seen through it that I would have never know true love so I couldn't recognize the love that was never given to me by one of the others. Most likely because I am my mothers child. All because I am my mothers child. But no something like that wouldn't fuck me up in the head at all. Not at all.
