When I was kid I came home from school and found my dog hanging out of a tree with a rope tied around her neck. It looked like an illuminati ritual. I ran over, lifted her so she could breathe, and I got her free. She laid in my arms and licked my face.
My dog got attacked by a big ass boxer pit. He was going to kill her. I grabbed a shovel and threw it like a javelin right at the fukker's head. Split his shyt open and he let go of my dog.
I blocked a lot of my child hood memories. They come back out the blue. It's weird to be thinking about nothing then suddenly remember something hella traumatic.
If I told people all the shyt I've been through they wouldn't believe me. shyt, sometimes I don't know if memories are my own because they're fukked up.
I choose to stop thinking about them and keep it moving.
I don't like sleeping because I dream my memories or my thoughts. It's pretty scary. I dream shyt that's bad and it happens. Or I get a real bad feeling that I can't shake. Then something real bad happens.