Rollinbones
Dirty Old Bastard
- Joined
- Mar 20, 2016
- Posts
- 495
Almost 20 years ago now, my therapist frowned at me and told me if i couldn't tell him, i needed to tell someone. So i started typing into the void. It helps. I've done so many things i can't tell anyone about without hurting them too. But if i create pretend people and make them walk the horrors i've lived then i can let other people look at that mess of them and not feel responsible. I'm broken. But i can still spell. It takes little moments from the locked cupboard in the back of my head and polishes turds until they are almost pretty and displays them like a cat displays dead mice.
				
			 
 
		 
 
		 living peacefully with a herd of unicorns
 living peacefully with a herd of unicorns  on an island, until one day PIRATES
 on an island, until one day PIRATES  invade!
 invade!  
  , and writing was always my first true love
, and writing was always my first true love  
 
 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		