so last post when i got finished i was pretty upset w/ God...
basically, i wanted to feel.
well now i can't stop.
every time i see something sad, or get yelled at, or make someone mad, or do something wrong I fall apart.
i can't handle this, i hate it, i was better numb.
its much easier to wear a mask when your face is dry.
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in other news my parents have been at it all day, back and forth yelling and fighting.
my Dad's being a butt [big surprise] and it's raining and thundering and lightening.
my Mom just came out of her room crying, got her purse, and left.
it's never been this bad before... idk where she is, and it's supposed to start hailing. he's being such a jerk as of late... she always doing all kinds of crap for him and all he can do is yell at her. i hate it. i know "some people people have a hard time showing love" but this is ridiculous.
i just want to leave... i would if it weren't for my stupid foot... i cant run very far. i don't want to be here. my dad's sitting in his room, watching tv. i hate it. i would say i hate him but i can't, 'cause i'm not supposed to hate my father.
how much you wanna bet they just get up and go to church tomorrow and act like nothing happened? that is - if she comes home.
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basically, i wanted to feel.
well now i can't stop.
every time i see something sad, or get yelled at, or make someone mad, or do something wrong I fall apart.
i can't handle this, i hate it, i was better numb.
its much easier to wear a mask when your face is dry.
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in other news my parents have been at it all day, back and forth yelling and fighting.
my Dad's being a butt [big surprise] and it's raining and thundering and lightening.
my Mom just came out of her room crying, got her purse, and left.
it's never been this bad before... idk where she is, and it's supposed to start hailing. he's being such a jerk as of late... she always doing all kinds of crap for him and all he can do is yell at her. i hate it. i know "some people people have a hard time showing love" but this is ridiculous.
i just want to leave... i would if it weren't for my stupid foot... i cant run very far. i don't want to be here. my dad's sitting in his room, watching tv. i hate it. i would say i hate him but i can't, 'cause i'm not supposed to hate my father.
how much you wanna bet they just get up and go to church tomorrow and act like nothing happened? that is - if she comes home.
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1 comment:
i'm so sorry sweetie. my house was always like that. i hated it. i spent most nights with my stero up as loud as i could and a pillow over my head crying 'cuase the yelling made me insane. i know it's hard. i'm so sorry you're having to deal with this. i love you so much!
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