Mother; Age Nine. Dad; As well
Why didn't you believeme when I told you?
Why didn't you ever hold me?
Why didn't you even say goodbye when I went to grab a cab to take me to the airport?
Why don't I know if you actually love me?
Why couldn't you have done the right thing, leaving Nick & I in foster care?
Why can't I cry?
Why do I have a strange urge to torture people who don't deserve it?
Why is it so hard for me to let go?
Why can't I look people in the eyes?
Am I truly a man, or am I lying to myself?
Will I ever get close to anyone?
What was going through your mind when you took those pills, & downed it with liquor?
Why isn't sex supposed to be what I thought it was?
Broccoli is the only one whose there.
Why don't you keep in contact.
I miss my family.
I miss Sasha
I miss my Dad.
I found my trigger for crying, but it only last for a short time.
I can't sleep.
The book expresses my thoughts.
Pills for spare cash...
one way to survive.
Dog looks like a fluffy ball.
I wish I kn