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Just another rant/life story. Blahblahblah. This is a diary for a reason right? ;-;
What's wrong with me.
I miss my mom. A lot. Like a lot a lot.
And my brother. And having a normal life.
I want to live with them, and not my troll of a gramma anymore. But then i'll miss my
My grandma wants me out of the house. But I can't. This house is the only thing
that's ever been there for me.
And my mom. I don't want to fight with her. And I don't like her house. I don't know
why. I don't know about her boyfriend either.
All I know is that I miss her.
My dad too. I miss having a family. I miss someone caring about where I was. I miss
doing well in school, and not having boat loads of homework.
I wanna be in 1st grade again, having family dinners, and having a family. A family.
I miss my mom. Mt dad. My brother. My mom.
People are changing so much. My grandma used to be so sweet and cute. Now, she's
fkjdlgkl. Behind her back, I call her "The Troll." because she acts and looks like
one. She runs me like a dog in the house, and constantly gives me looks of hate.
She's so old and bitter. I want my old grandma back...please?
My mom's getting so old. She's getting white hairs, she''s over weight, and her eyes
have bags that reach the ground. But she's so sweet. Constantly trying to make me
happy. I'm so selfish, I can't even live with her. I miss her so much.
My dad. I don't know. He's just in such a financial rut. I feel so bad for him, but I
can't do anything. I can never do anything. The bloody city's robbing him of
everything he's got. Every time I see him, he looks older and older. His eyes are so
droopy and his blood pressure's through the roof. I'm scared. For him. For his
health. I don't think he's suicidal, but when I see him, the way he stressfully runs
his hand through his hair and sighs every time he see's how much they're taking out
of his paycheck, "How am I even soposed to live off of this much?"I can't help
but be afraid for him.
My mom used to say she was gonna commit suicide when my brother would go with my dad.
"You don't wanna live with me, neither does he! What do I have to live for!?!" I
never knew what to tell her. She's not like that anymore though. Every time she see's
me she just sort of smiles. Live here, there, over where?
I don't know what to do anymore. I really don't.
Ewww, I don't like complaining. :L But sometimes you gotta' I guess. :I On a non
depressing note, here's an old spice commercial that cheered me up a tid bit! c,:
Last edited: 28 July 2010
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