i didn’t do a single thing i was supposed to over break
Just because I seem happy at school doesn’t mean I’m happy at home. I hate it. Your constant criticism makes me so angry. Your shouting took my childhood and I’m still a fucking child now. You stay married to your husband so you can make him give you money. You then look at me and our sister and tell us that’s how we do it. That’s how we’re supposed to live our lives. What like you fucking are? Travelling the world on money that you’ve got off of your husband, who by the way you’re not even with anymore, skyping him just to demand compliments, telling one guy that he’s the only nice guy you know and then chatting several others up online before heading out at midnight and returning at 8am. As you do most nights. Always with other guys. While mum sits there wondering when you’ll be home. She hopes you’re safe. Sometimes I wish she would just not care. Sometimes I wish you were never a part of my life. Cause we’d all be so much happier. Christmas wouldn’t be such a drama. I’ve physically hated this last week of you being home and I’m going out with you and our sister and our grandparents tomorrow. I don’t want to cause a scene so I really hope I can control myself. Please go. I still love you-we’re family but go.
You are so so so
so so so so so so so
so cute touch my butt
mom: are you high?
We are gathered here today because SOMEBODY *glares at coffin* couldn’t stay alive.