Things are going on here in this house, and I'm starting to be sick of being treated like I'm a thirteen year old. I'm seventeen, for the love or hate of God, yet everyone has to treat me like whatever... My mom is dating someone online and kicking me out of my room and gets iffy when I enter, hiding those IMs. I'm sick of the secrecy, I'm sick of this crap.. Ever since I was little, things never changed, like as if I'm trapped in time. Understandable the fact that I may have been too young to understand, but now it's different.
Honestly, my one true desire is that someone can just take me away from this madness, and heal me along with time.
Seriously, I'm becoming sick of myself. I want to be able to say what's in my mind, but I'm always scared. Recently though, I'm starting to become aware of the results of that, so I'm starting to slowly but surely say what I want and don't want. Screw guilt, screw sympathy, I'm sick of this BS! I don't care if I'm a b***h, but hey to bad, it runs in my blood. If my family are supposedly bitches, then that means I am one. That's the thing! So my mom can get me and my sister to stop calling each other names, she told us that if were so and so then we are so and so.
Dragged around, trapped, lost, hopeless, searching, stabbed, fading, restless.. I can't take it anymore. Let me say this, the moon suffers as well.. in the winter fog.
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LOL!!! EMO STATUS!!! rofl
Cough... Sorry, I am though.. (=__= )"
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