All I ever wanted was to love her completely
Hey, you. You gonna call me back?
I've never felt normal. I suppose that makes sense…
People tell me all the time:
"Hey, you're weird…"
i guess not.
Sure, I grew up in the arms of a murderer. Sure, the only time I can see my real mother is in the photo I have hidden in the couch.
…i always thought it was ironic, she was holding a dinner plate.
you gonna call or what?
But I'm the same as every other kid around, except I don't think Marie (my best friend) or Peter (my brother, kinda) were ever force-fed human brains.