really not that bad, kind of proud of myself. i posted this one for a reason, i wanted to share part of a story with everyone. its from a book im just starting to write:
Chapter Four: January 2nd, 1929
Dad lost his job yesturday. Today, he's spending the rest of his life in prison for sagitory rape assult and attempted murder. Mom had to start seeing her doctor again and find a job to keep me. Of course she never got a job, but she gets disability and our house was already paid for. It was much more quiet more except moms crying, screaming and vommiting. This new year has not been a good one. They've been giving mom electro-shock therapy. I think they're giving her bullshit. she doesnt talk to me anymore barley aknowledging me. Except for dinner which i cook. she spends most of her time crying or drinking. Talking to herself.
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thats not all of the chapter either. im not planning to post it all but maybe ill post bits and peices, ill think about it.
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