Aiden

I sit in my closet, my phone in my hands, dialing 911. Downstairs, I hear glasses breaking, tables and chairs being thrown and smashed against the wall, the man who broke into our home screaming. 

That's not me. 

It looks like me, talks like me, thinks like me, but that's not me. 

It may say things only I could know, but trust me, it's not real. 

*SPONSORED BY Kit Kat® (Not really though, sadly. Please don't sue me)*

Kit Kat, oh Kit Kat, 

Where art thou thee?

So sweet and delicious, 

Life. So many ways to describe it. Life is messy. Life is complicated. Life can kick you when you’re already down and spit in your face, telling you to stay down, don’t get up, that you’re worthless, pathetic, a disgrace.