its the stupidist little things that bulid and build until i break... and im so over it, im not sure what to even do.

there are only two plates out for dinner, for him and for her. like i dont i exist.

earlier, im asked if im going to be ome for dinner...i say yes, and the meal that i hate most is what has been cooked.

i know im almost 23years old, but i hate that im paying rent when all i do is sleep and sometimes eat here, and grt yelled at sometimes.

my brother told me im an alcoholic like my father. il admit that i can drink alot, but its usually only to go out, and not to cure any pain... yet.

the only thing my father ever says to me is "you left the lights on"

my stupid fucking grandmother wont fucking stop calling me. i told you a year ago and right before christmas when you tried that i was sick of being dragged around.. and those feelings havent changed.

and one of my bestfriends is going to move out west; im so happy for her because its what she has been talking about since i met her, but the selfish part of me doesnt want her to go because she is one of two people that i can truly trust with everything and know that im not being judged.

i know that i left, and i would never hold anybody back because its an amazing experience to get away. maybe im jealous because mine was so short lasted.