(no subject)
It takes so little to depress me when it comes to him. Right now i can hear him getting pist off and bitching b/c im wrong. i take it too far. He doesnt understand...but then again the same could be said about me. I cant let myself think that way tho b/c when it comes down to it this thing isnt even about me and him. Its about my 'family' and how long will it take to get out of hand. How many times has it already? Don't i have enough proof to prove my point? he isnt the only one who gets out of hand either. Sure, we dont bring people around anymore. Its b/c of the liqour. Sure, he drinks a few beers and its ok, truely it is. But then one beer leads to another, leads to a few people comming over, leads to those ppl having liqour, leads to a mother fucking problem that i have to clean up after. A shit load of lies i tell my mother and end up convincing us both of. How long until we have to move again? goddahm im stupid