I'm sick of feeling abused and unsafe and creeped out by my dad.
I'm sick of having a brother who doesn't give two shits about my because of my abusive mom
I'm sick of my ex that I wasted a lifetime on
I'm sick of people judging me because I'm not perfect
But most of all I"M SICK OF BLAMING MYSELF!!!
I was not born this way.
I didn't not chose to be adopted by such monsters and I'm ######6 sick of having to apologize for it!!!
I'm sick of the denial they choose to live in and shows how even more ######6 sick they are and everyone around them.
I was a perfectly untouched child that could of had a shot at a beautiful life full of love and happiness that was taken and beaten out of me.
###$ THAT.
I have nothing to be grateful for. And I'm sick of pretending to have to be.
###$!
I'd end it all but I guess I'm too narcissistic too or insignificant to. Take your pick.
The only reason I don't do anything to my family is because I know karama will take care of it. Because it some ways it has. Even though I'd like it to go faster.
But what is there for me? Where is my chance? Where is it?
What is there left to do but run?
