Jun 18, 2018
Mom brings home friends sometimes. But.. I don’t think they’re friends. She only started to bring them after dad left. And she gets.. weird. Drunk. Her friends see me as a toy. I’m scared I can’t run, I can’t hide. They will find me and I will cry. Why does this happen? I don’t understand Why can’t mom be nice? I don’t like those stallions. They make me feel scared in a different way. I don’t know the word. Is there a word for that? (On a side note, this took me about two weeks to do, because having 10+ characters is never a smart idea in a drawing of which you have limited time to do.) ~Grr