I want OUT of this house, I want AWAY from this ing family that isn't even mine.
I don't ing want to live in a place that doesn't appreciate a damn thing I do, where I can't ing relax for TWO MINUTES, and where I feel stressed all the damn time.
God damn it, I wake up early, I do chores, I take care of animals, I work. And yet every day it's "And what do you do to help out?" Yeah whatever.
I can't handle this false family anymore. I don't want to have two little step brothers. I don't want to live in the middle of a ing mud hole. It's always, "You should be grateful you have a place for your horse". Well you, I should have taken the opportunity to move downtown when I had the chance. Then my horse could have a barn and a clean, warm stall and I'd be away from all of these things. But no, I chose to stay at home. it all.
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