Melody
I couldn’t tell you what day or what time it was. Like Sandra would say “Sh.t been crazy”. I remember everything that happened to me four weeks ago and I definitely remember what happened five summers ago. It was like a continuation of events, a blend of f.ck ups.
Flashbacks of both events clouded everything else. My reality was blurred, this I know. Yet, I am frozen in a place within myself that I don’t know how to escape. I’ve allowed myself to be enslaved by circumstances of my own stupidity. This was all my fault.
How could I ever claim to be a genius and still subject myself to such predicaments? Everyone around me is telling me none of this is my fault, that I had no way of knowing this would have happened. They see me as the victim. I wish they wouldn’t. I’m not a vict
