My tragedy? Worldly Entertainment.
So, this post is about something that isn't necessarily pertinent, but it is something that I always live with and I would like to talk about. I will probably edit this later, adding details and whatnot. I'm not great with long-story-short, but I'll do my best with my life story. Born in Tennessee, my parents divorced when I was four and my mom moved my brother and I to Mississippi where she met my step-dad. They married and I grew up in a christian home with a step-dad who was emotionally abusive most of the time and with myself being a horrible sibling to the purest-souled individual on the planet. (I felt powerless and took out my anger on my little brother.) When I was 17, my parents went hunting after a night out, my mom came home and my dad didn't. She went to jail with no time to save, no other suspects, no investigation, no justice. I'm not saying she's innocent, I'm not saying she's guilty. I'm saying they didn't care. My dad'