(the subject matter of this entry may disturb the more sensitive reader. Parental discretion is....

[honeymonster]

Went down to clean up the kitchen and make something to eat, but thare's no way I can think about dinner with.. that.. going on.

I wonder how much of my mental problems stem from being a captive, unwilling eavesdropper on my father and stepmother's disgusting little spanking games since I was thirteen.

They knew we could hear. They don't give a damn.