I NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE
I NEED TO GET OUT OF THIS HOUSE
I NEED TO GET AWAY FROM THEM
FROM THE FUCKING SHIT THAT GOES ON EVERY GODDAMN DAY
IT'S HOME . I'M SUPPOSED TO FEEL SAFE CARED FOR LOVED HAPPY
i feel NONE OF THEM WHEN I'M HERE
look, i'm tired of shouting
over a blog, and at home
and i really cant be fucking arsed to fight anymore, the same stupid, childish arguments over and over, and over again for fucks sake.
this had gotten to the point where i dont even know my own mum anymore. my stepdad is really great. but my mum is like dealing with fucking hitler.
say i'm harsh, i dont care. i fucking don't bloody care,
when i had/have problems, my mum never understands. she thinks it's all because i want to go against her. she was horrible to me when i needed help the most.
i got better because of one person. and i want to thank that person for making me feel like i could do it. he makes me feel on top of the world. even when i'm at the bottom.
naturally, i turn to my friends and him for support, my family knows nothing about me
i can't tell them anything, and everyone else knows everything about me and i can tell them anything.
i'm so dependant on those people. they're the reason i think "it's ok, just block out all the bad shit at home, you have school tomorrow/you're going into town, you'll see your friends and him, everything will be ok," "no matter what happens, nothing could ever be that bad."
and its true, i do think like that.
it's just...i can't imagine life without
.
i cant.
xx
Sunday, 1 November 2009
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