Jan 15
Journal Entry #1, rememberance
A rainy day and ringing bells, here is where the dead rest well.
Today here rests a weeping boy, who has never felt true joy.
Cecil Silvent Afton 1973 - 1983 May his soul have peace, or whatever is left of it.
Tomorrow is another day.
At least, I hope it is.
Ever since that day, I knew the yelling would never stop. “It’s your mistake, Michael.” It’s your mistake for not being a good father, I declare loudly in my head, over and over again. I wish I could stop time, tell my past self to not be so selfish, as he doesn’t care about anyone… even the one he pretended to care for.
