Everyday it was something.There were never occasions when you didn't get mad for nothing. Everyday I would cry myself to sleep, waking up not knowing what the day would hold.It was a routine. Very predictable. As if I were listening to the same lecture over and over again.So I got used to it.I now never cried or wondered.Never was shooken or messed up. Yea I was afraid.Afraid of losing the thing that I always cared for and that has always cared for me.But then it ended. Didn't have to worry about the outcome of things because it was now right in front of me.The present was never hard to address because when you become accustomed to your past you already have an idea of what your future will be.