No, we are not married. Ain't nobody got time for that. I'm just looking through pictures on facebook. Which always gets me thinking how J didn't accept my friend request. Honestly, who denies a friend request. Ugh. But let me get serious. Last night me an MusicLover were talking in serious-mode and she asked me if I would say yes or no to move back to where I came from.
No. I told her I forbid her to leave because I've forbidden myself from leaving.
I hate this. I hate my mom and my brother having anger issues(they really do they've both seen psychiatrists but it doesn't help), and me having to deal with it. I hate talking to my dad for 30 minutes a week over the phone. I hate missing him and my stepmom and the rest of the family I grew up with. I hate seeing my dad, half of my being, for ONLY 8 weeks a year. I hate this. I hate my mom acting like she is the only one who was affected when she decided to yell at my dad constantly for 6 months straight. I hate everything about this place except my friends because honestly I'm getting kind of sick of not being able to walk down the street for a pack of mini donuts and you probably think its not that big a deal but eating junk food sitting in the park is the only minute of peace I had and I cant even do that anymore unless I have a drivers license.
And more than anything, I hate MusicLover because I want to leave so bad there's been times where I just silently screamed and cried and pounded my pillow in my room but I cant leave because she is here, and so are my other friends, holding me here. And I hate my life very often but I'd hate it a hell of a lot more if my friends didn't exist. See, that's why we have to stay friends for years to come. Because if me staying here is for nothing, I swear to GOD...
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