Everyone looked at me weird the day I was let out of the mental hospital and walked into school the first time. I had an argument with my mother, she'd found out about how I was a prostitute and went crazy.
Even though they were her words. She was the bitch that told me that there was no use in trying to get a job if I was too stupid anyway. The guy I fucked was mental and rocked my shit. I went home with a broken nose and puffy eyes. I didn't have much dignity after that.
I smoked some weed and made sure my sister was asleep. I washed the dishes before my scars. I made her lunch and swept the floor. That was what you were supposed to do for your siblings. I didn't want to burden her with my problems.
