Scarlett-Shadows

Today was going to be a regular Monday. Well, at least I thought so. Its not really bad or anything but.. ok, here it goes. I was walking down the hallways during school and a girl (who is in my next class) stops me and mentioned that I am "really moddest...and you don't dress like a hoe". OK.. all that I could say was thank you. And the interesting thing is that the compliment isn't what made me surprised: it was that she (out of nearly everyone at my school) cared to see a little bit of who I am. And her appreciation of what she said made my day. I am here. And someone who I don't even know very well, noticed. I had taiko practice today a

Home is known to be a shelterd place that provides warmth and love. Family grows into discussions of background generations. And life is a journey that adventures through a maze. These are just a few things that people embrace. Unfortunatly, I yet have not reached these expectations. There may be a roof above my head, however the offerings of food and clothes are privileged. It is rare have a three meal day. The once a meal day becomes less common against the thought of what was eaten last. Forced to restrain myself from purchasing a lock, causes the few clothes and personal belongings to slowly disappear out of sight. Respecting one's privac

Who am I? What am I? (I don't have a when) Where am I? And why the fuck am here?! I am known as 'that girl' to her; a dissapointment. Its not a human being, so let't treat her her like a piece of shit. Am am nothing? I guess it's the only way to make her happy. I have to prove her that she's right and that I know goddamn nothing. Was there a pupose for this mother who never wanted another child, to force her anger towards this other creature? I long to know her reasons of insanity to break this spell of emotional torture. Besides the redemtion from my past life, I strive to cut this thread of hate and despair. I am drowning in her brainwashin