Just a Quote...

He controls her like a child does a new toy, such is his amusement for her, and as a child does he will grow tired of her and leave her behind.

Memories

Remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground? When protection meant wearing a helmet? When the worst thing you could get from boys were cooties? Dads shoulders were the highest place on earth and mum was your hero? Your worst enemies were your siblings, race issues were about who ran the fastest, the only thing you smoked was the tires on your bike, the only drug you knew of was cough medicine, wearing a skirt didn't make you a slut, the only thing that hurt you was skinned knees, the only things that could be broken were your toys, and goodbyes only meant until tomorrow? And it's crazy because all you ever wanted was to grow up.