May 20, 2008 04:07
I gave up at trying to look strong.
I don't know if I told them everything I wanted to say, because dad kept trying to tell me to do this and that, and it wasn't helping at all, and mom was whining about something on the internet. And Gray's Anatomy was on TV.
I don't even know if they heard me right.
And I'm not feeling any better, because the feelings are still there. They won't go away any time soon, I think. I still feel fucked up, I still feel lonely whenever I look at them. I still worry, I'm still burdened. I'm still forcing a smile.
Because when it comes to problems in the household, it's 9 out of 10 times my fault. Oh, even mom admits it.
They told me not to worry, though, because I come with the job. Which, I think wasn't my point but...
You know?
Hopefully they get it.
My little display of lame tears and words will hardly change anything. If anything, that, I've learned throughout the years.
But I'm struggling to be optimistic.
B-because that's all that matters, right?
blegh,
fuck,
family,
be strong