Post by Amber on Jun 28, 2008 22:48:40 GMT -5
This is the ramblings of some kid in way too deep over her head. Faint of heart, turn back here.
So my life is a mess. My parents hate me, they love my brother, I'm pushed into a corner most of the time wondering why I don't end it all right now. I used to love my family, and I guess I still do. Sometimes I think it's all back to normal, and then next minute it all falls apart.
My dad was and still is, I suppose, my favorite. He favored me, I'll admit it, but only because Momma favored Ethan a WHOLE LOT more. And then it all change. The days blended together in a mess of pain and sadness...I don't even know just when it actually happened. My mom got worse in favoring Ethan. My dad, well, he switched sides. They love him, they probably WORSHIP him, and for all I care they can. I don't give a crap.
Okay, thats a lie. I do. It really hurts me. He's wrapped around their finger and they shove me away. The other day I walked behind the couch on which Ethan was building a stack of books that they would have told me to put away. I looked at him and then he punched his tower. Everything fell and then he put on an angry face and yelled to my parents about me kicking his tower. I WAS 3 FEET BEHIND THE COUCH.
I really dont know why I keep on living this NIGHTMARE. *mentally kicks self* I feel like screaming. The ironic thing is that my favorite band seems to have the same problems. EVERY SINGLE SONG by them fits me. EVERY SINGLE. Look em up. Simple Plan, you know?
This is depressing me more than ever. I can't stand this. You can fill in the blanks yourself. Amber, out.
So my life is a mess. My parents hate me, they love my brother, I'm pushed into a corner most of the time wondering why I don't end it all right now. I used to love my family, and I guess I still do. Sometimes I think it's all back to normal, and then next minute it all falls apart.
My dad was and still is, I suppose, my favorite. He favored me, I'll admit it, but only because Momma favored Ethan a WHOLE LOT more. And then it all change. The days blended together in a mess of pain and sadness...I don't even know just when it actually happened. My mom got worse in favoring Ethan. My dad, well, he switched sides. They love him, they probably WORSHIP him, and for all I care they can. I don't give a crap.
Okay, thats a lie. I do. It really hurts me. He's wrapped around their finger and they shove me away. The other day I walked behind the couch on which Ethan was building a stack of books that they would have told me to put away. I looked at him and then he punched his tower. Everything fell and then he put on an angry face and yelled to my parents about me kicking his tower. I WAS 3 FEET BEHIND THE COUCH.
I really dont know why I keep on living this NIGHTMARE. *mentally kicks self* I feel like screaming. The ironic thing is that my favorite band seems to have the same problems. EVERY SINGLE SONG by them fits me. EVERY SINGLE. Look em up. Simple Plan, you know?
This is depressing me more than ever. I can't stand this. You can fill in the blanks yourself. Amber, out.