As i stretch my arms out for comfort across my bed, the sun beams into my eye like someone is flashing a flashlight right at me, It hurts. It also makes me think of the nice days, the days where people, care the days where everyone wasn't pretending to be someone they're not.  I sigh, shaking off the thought of what used to be the world, of what used to be what we called, 'Happiness". I sit up rubbing my cheeks wondering if they got maybe just a little bit bigger since i was a kid, Stepping on some of my brothers toys i yell in pain, "Really!?, all you have to do is pick these stupid legos up and we won't have this problem, Ugh!" Ever since last Christmas my father bought my brother some legos, he's been begging for them for a while now and now that he has them he doesn't play with them instead, he leaves them on my bedroom floor for no reason. 


(What do you think?) :(