I swear my happiness is one huge ******** game to my parents.
A day does not go by where they do not deliberately sabotage me for one thing or another.
My parents woke me up at 8:00am after a restless night just to yell at me because there was a storm last night and I had to clean up the water that leaks into the basement. I've never done that before. I didn't know how they wanted me to. So it was my fault. Obviously.
And then Rita cooks breakfast for herself and my sorry excuse for a father like she always does. She never ever ever takes me into account, which for some reason bothers me. She doesn't even think about me. (She shouldn't be thinking about the man who is constantly cheating on her and not hiding it and being a COMPLETE a** HOLE TO HER ALL THE ******** TIME.) Okay. Thanks. It's not like the kid that's been struggling with anorexia for five years would appreciate it if her parents cared to help her once in a damn while.
I'm finally happy with my bed, because I took the second mattress off so that it's not just one mattress high off the ground. And right when I love that, dad says that I have to change it and won't tell me why. I agreed that I would do it, because he was yelling in my face, but I just wanted to know why.
One more year, but I can't ******** handle this. It's way too much. It's BEEN way too much for over 5 years now. I can't do it. I feel like I can't do it anymore.
I know I'll be alright.
I always am.
I just hate where I am.
 Purple Sky Painter · Sun May 19, 2013 @ 02:12pm · 0 Comments |
