TPA 69 Pain

Pain is like a gaping wound. Everything spills out. I haven't spoken to my parents since the fight. I don't know if it's my pride or my hatred but it won't let me reconcile. Nor should I. I was attacked and hurt by them and they should suffer. Let them think that I'm dead for all I care. I need to move on. I need to find another reason to keep going. Pain holds you back. It keeps you from moving. I can't enjoy myself. There is an honest part of me, a dark part of me, that hopes that they are as hurt as I am. I want to tell them that. I hate them both and if they're reading this, I hope they know it. Just writing this out lets me let some steam off. Maybe I am a little better. I've been watching videos about that game I mentioned, "Stasis: Bone Totem." I've played the free prequel "Cayne" which had a really good surprise ending. And I've played most of the original "Stasis." The team behind the game THEBROTHERHOOD, is a South African based team. That surprised me. It's always interesting to see games from different countries. I've bought all their games and I need to finish both Bone Totem and the original Stasis. I think I'll do that tonight after reading a bit more. It's six now and I've just started on my pages. Today was a wash. All my anger ruined my day. Tomorrow I'll try to find a laundry mat or something because I don't want to see my folks when I do laundry. Talking to them is a waste anyway. I guess I'm still hurt by them. How does a person move on from pain when there's no justice? No apology, no nothing. Would a "sorry" even fix this? I'm letting my anger stew into some kind of monster I can't control. Not even a text from them. Maybe they forgot about me. Maybe that's the best thing for me. I'm too tired for this crap, I'm going to go play some horror games.

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