Enough

I don't know how to start this or why tf I am writing this, but I am really, fucking really tired of my fucking life. When I was a baby, I was in my mother’s vagina. That’s what the books and porn taught me, and I remember seeing a light blue light. It was pretty peaceful, but then as I grew up, I started seeing fights between mother and father and both families. My father was a gambler, not the one who bets online on cricket etc., but the one who goes to junk areas. He was also a tobacco or tambaku addict, and used to hide packets of that stuff under the old TV, which used to work after a few slaps, or in lockers, while mother used to have fights with him and I, as usual, quietly sat in the corner watching the whole drama of slaps, father, and specially grandfather throwing their heads on walls and floor, and eventually after a lot of abusive word usage they all cried and hugged and happy ending. I HATED those hugs. They were always sooo awkward, and all the tears used to make my…

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