My Life - Wishy Washy

When you dream the same dreams over and over again, see and talk to dead people and end up at the same place – You begin to wonder if god will ever forgive your sins. I quit wondering. I know he will never forgive mine.When I was born my father knew that his son, this new baby boy would somehow change the world we live in ... he was fall from the truth; little did he know that the gods of heavens had a plan for me. My father was barely around while I was growing up and my mother did the best job she could – if I don’t say so myself she did a very good job. Even though she never understood me, most of the time. Hell. I never understood me. It was confusing at best. So then I let the gods living in my closet entertain me. We lived in a three-hundred-year-old house, my mother inherited from someone in her family-passed down from family to family. I really liked living in that haunted house – it was my kind of place mysterious, cold, full of death and mostly miss understood somewhat unlike me. HAHAHA –