
They are fighting again.
Talking about divorce to me.
I don't want it. Why would you go this far with each other, for how much we've been through, to end it now?
And mom is getting closer and closer to getting sick again.
fuck
She was doing so well, but since last night, she regrets going and so she is getting anxiety and hating.
I don't care anymore. I really don't.
Fuck it all. All of it.
Feelings, thoughts, actions. I have that feeling again; just run away from everything.
But that isn't going to happen. I have to cope with it.
I'm a big girl now.
That burning fire inside me is gone. there really isn't a point as of right now.
No more, please! I was just getting used to not hearing the anger, but its back.
Every house I've lived in has a story to it. A bad one. But not this one, no
Not yet at least.
I have to watch myself, what I say and what I do.
Or it might trigger something and she'll break down.
It's not fair.
Get me out of here.
oh.. and happy birthday ally.
Hearshot Kid Disaster.
Posted by AmberVazquez Sunday, April 5, 2009 at 2:21 PM
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