And our still lives posed...
I can feel all this depression sneaking back up on me. I know it's there, filling me up again. but I don't care to fight it off. What does it matter anyways? I've finally come to the hard realization that I truly mean nothing to my family.
And how painful is it that my one wish in this life is to have a family. That's all that I want. I want that support system, that unconditional love, that unity. I just want a family. What's even worse is that I doubt my ability to make my own family. Can I be any better than my mother? Can I be any better than my father?
I don't know. I know I'm a shitty sibling. What hope have I of making a decent parent out of myself?
And how painful is it that my one wish in this life is to have a family. That's all that I want. I want that support system, that unconditional love, that unity. I just want a family. What's even worse is that I doubt my ability to make my own family. Can I be any better than my mother? Can I be any better than my father?
I don't know. I know I'm a shitty sibling. What hope have I of making a decent parent out of myself?