This is my life...
Thank god for allowing me to continue to do what I love. Honestly I am beyond excited right now. A week ago today I was literally in a situation that made me feel as though it was the worse day of my life and now today I am filled with joy. Its funny how sometimes you have to go low before you can reach a high. I truly feel as though my hard work has paid off. Speak in of hard work, I am beyond proud of my boy Nick. He has worked so hard and it is truly paying off. Congrats man! Today was truly a blessing. I got this good news, my boy is making things happen and I got to hang out with Molly and Tran. I love my friends. Enough said♡
You ask me to bring you food and then you don’t even eat it. Now your roommate uses the word fag and gay all the time. Child you pushing it.
It truly saddens me to know that tomorrow I will no longer be 5 minutes away from these two. I won’t get to see them everyday or hang out with them as much. No more pho dates or cooking at my house. No more catching up on the couch. This will be the first time in four years that I won’t see them walking down the hall and say “ooohhhh gurl I got stuff to tell you.” These two have been my number ones from day one. I’m going to miss you girls so much. I love you two!♡
I was there for you when you moved into your dorm yet you can’t do the same for me. You couldn’t even come home to see your daughter so why should I expect for you to be there for me, your brother. Maybe it’s time that the family let you go so you can see just how harsh the world really is.
I just want to sucker punch someone in the face right now. The doctor said it will be nice and smooth and that the first tooth he pulled out was the hardest. -_- Nigga you lied. Then you didn’t give me the laughing gas during the procedure. Just before and after. I’m salty.
Why must you take every little thing and blow it out of proportion? First you get mad at a joke I make with my mom and then now you get mad at her when she’s going to send me to go run an errand for her. What is wrong with you? Are you feeling some type away because you know you don’t do anything around the house? Just because you work two jobs and you are a man, doesn’t make you the head of the household. That would be my mother who works, cooks, cleans and takes care of the kids. You need to grown up a little.
I love my parents. Don’t get me wrong but it aggregates me so much that sometimes they see my brother and I as slaves. My step dad treats his kids like saints after all the stress and shit they put this family through. That’s not right. They have also grown very inconsiderate of the way that I feel. I understand that you pay bills and out food on the table but remember that I am going to school to learn the skills to make a way for myself and I go to work so you don’t have to pay for me. Think about the fact that I have mt own growing pains and I sit and listen to you nag about work, my siblings, your siblings and way more. I have my own issues that I don’t deal with yet I’m helping you deal with yours. Not fair. I’m your child. I need you to be there for me and honestly sometimes you are too far stuck in your own world to even see that. Maybe I should have gone further for school. Maybe then I could finally deal with my issues and stop worrying about yours. Its just not fair. I’m tired of hiding the troubles at home. There is more to me than they see and they are too busy worrying about the bad stuff my siblings do to actually notice what’s going on in my life. I have always felt like the child that goes unnoticed and it breaks my heart. I’m not gonna lie. To be honest I just want to sit here and cry because it feels like nothing is ever good enough for them. I’m so tired. So very tired. I can’t keep trying to live up to everyone’s standards. I jusy want to go away for a while.
Dear parents, I am moving out in 7 days. I will jot be here to take the trash out or do your damn dishes. Learn to be adults and do it yourself. I am not your damn slave.
I feel like I just keep hitting my head on a wall over and over and over and the wall has not dented once yet I am crumbling into pieces. I am at a breaking point again. I feel so much right now and I just can’t sort everything out. So much is going on and I can’t handle it. I am so used to being able to handle everything so well but I can’t. I just can’t. I don’t want to be here sometimes. I hate to say it but its truly how I feel. I can’t be sorry for how I feel.