YOU messed everything up. YOU CAUSED THIS. Now you fix it. Own up to it. And as for him. He needs to grow the fukk up, and stand up for himself. STOP fukking listening to what everyone around you is saying. And she needs to realize she’s no longer 15. She has new priorities. I helped her get rid of ONE. So she can give it her all to make sure he is safe. I’m done being caught in the middle. I’m done being the parent. its your job. not mine.
I’m using this blog as an open diary….i’ve just typed and deleted, about 50 sentences, over and over again. but i just cant find the right words to start this. its hard. i was 17 when my creators decided to call it quits on that once “sacred” thing people reffered to as marriage. and i moved out because i couldnt handle the fighting. and how they constantly put me in the middle. and how i constantly wanted to “go away”. but the only thing keeping me on this earth was my little one. my brother. and i how my boyfriend’s arms became the only place i could call home. she broke my family. and i hated her, so much. and seeing her in the mirror everytime i looked at myself made me hate me more. how i wish i could have changed the past, so that i wouldnt feel this pain anymore. but she’s my mother, so i love her. no matter what. because i for 17 years of my life she DID act like one. and seeing my dad alone. and heartbroken, and hearing his screams, because he has nothing but us left? broke me. And so0o0o that was 2 years ago….why does this still hurt.
my tumblr would be filled with Justin Bieber pictures. :) all dayy erryday. But, i dont want people to know about our relationship, cuz then i’d get death threats from 12 year old girls.
