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So ya lately, Ive been thinking about my rents and I hate hating them... but I cant help it i feel. I hate how they let them selfs go, I hate how they let every thing goto hell. They fucked my brother up and i barely managed to scrape out. I feel as though I should Help them but I know if I did they would end up relying on me. I'd love to help my brother out but theres no way I can but I dont think he would accept my help any more. As much as I hate to say it... I miss my old life how things were before my parents won all that money. Every one was still miserable but no one hated each other, the fights were minimal. ugh... it wasn't an every day thing where i woke up to something being thrown across the room.
All this was brought up because when people asked me what I was gonna do when I went home all i could say was " get my tattoo touched up, get my car ready to drive back and visit friends "... they asked " what about visiting your parents " and all i could again say was ... " i hate my parents " it made me sick. they said i went pale when i talked about it. I have to resolve this... some how.
All this was brought up because when people asked me what I was gonna do when I went home all i could say was " get my tattoo touched up, get my car ready to drive back and visit friends "... they asked " what about visiting your parents " and all i could again say was ... " i hate my parents " it made me sick. they said i went pale when i talked about it. I have to resolve this... some how.