So a teen remembers arriving home one evening, peculiar feeling in air, mad dad pacing in bedroom, drunken mom kneeling over toilet in bathroom moaning and gagging as sister tells her to put her fingers downs her throat. Permanent memory. Teen wished not to be born or wished to exchange places to go. We find we are permanently justifying existence. Legacy is more than we care to bear, expecially alone.

Well, we think we are grateful for them starting the post, we wished we never felt we needed to post to it though. We hope we free ourself/ves from the chains of this memory by doing so.

Wish of the Hive

Hunny