thanks me

vodka bottles,

secrets,

and pain. 

these are the memories that haunt my brain.  

total disfunction, 

chaos, 

and abandonment. 

this is when i learned i was in the midst of adolescence. 

when no one else is present in your life enough to raise you, 

the responsibility to raise yourself falls on your shoulders. 

so thanks mom, for drinking yourself into failure

and thanks ¨dad¨, for never even trying.