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I'm starting to wonder why the hell I even bother to put forth my opinion on serious issues and why I bother to tell people my true feelings about stuff because it seems that all they do is ignore it. Maybe I'm a bit too open.... or maybe people like always just dont give a shit about me or what I have to say. Not that that suprises me in the least bit but still I mean hell I cant even help out my friends anymore because apparently they also dont give a shit about what I have to say. Whether its advice trying to help, an opinion about something, or even just trying to be there as a good friend because I dont want something bad to happen.. it doesnt matter it never really gets recognized.
On top of all that shit i'm sick of my so-called friends, other random people, and most of all my parents making me feel like shit. What is there thats so fuckin bad about me to make my parents yell at me and call me horrible names? And what did I do so bad for my brother to just out of nowhere call me a bitch and a whore? I really dont understand what I did to be getting all this but apparently it was something. I bout fucking lost it yesterday and went off on my brother but I refrained from that and just went to my room. I cant stand living here. I'm sick of the yelling, the names i'm called, and i'm sick of always being the one who has to stay home all day and night alone... Like last night it was me here alone all night and i'll be here alone all day today until my aunt comes to get me. If this is what you call a good home and a good family I saw fuck that!!!!
On top of all that shit i'm sick of my so-called friends, other random people, and most of all my parents making me feel like shit. What is there thats so fuckin bad about me to make my parents yell at me and call me horrible names? And what did I do so bad for my brother to just out of nowhere call me a bitch and a whore? I really dont understand what I did to be getting all this but apparently it was something. I bout fucking lost it yesterday and went off on my brother but I refrained from that and just went to my room. I cant stand living here. I'm sick of the yelling, the names i'm called, and i'm sick of always being the one who has to stay home all day and night alone... Like last night it was me here alone all night and i'll be here alone all day today until my aunt comes to get me. If this is what you call a good home and a good family I saw fuck that!!!!