**sigh**
good god please send someone to help...
i think im at my breaking point with the frustration. im so close to loosing my marbles its almost not funny. my brother El Bruso is back for the summer at least and i dont think ill be able to deal with him the whole summer. im trying to get plans in motion for a trip back home however i wont be able to til the end of the month. Ive realized and re-realized time and time again why i dont call my house my home. home is a place from which you draw happiness and right now the pnly place i draw happiness from is my own almost solitary confinement where i can imagine im back in montevallo and i hate it. i need time alone and with summer i thought that would come but i thought wrong. i have so much frustration inside it hurts. my brother coming back hasnt helped with that either. he's caused so much bull shit since he's arrived and i feel that better it wont get. he came over and for the first 4 days he gave my mom hell about nothing and my dad stuck up for her as usual. so i guess the real fight begins a few days ago. we were about t go to dinner and my brother was giving my parents hell about something stupid and we got about 2 and a half miles down the road and we turned aropund came home and shit hit the fan. wen we got home my dad told bruce to get out of the car and he did and slammed the door as hard as he could. wen bruce got to the garage door he asked my dad if he was going to open the garage door and my dad shook is head no. my brother went around the back knowing the code to open the garage door. and my dad followed. you could tell that my dad had gottn back there because you could hear the two of them from down the street probly. since my mom noticed how loud they were after about 10 mins she decided to go let them into the house kuz the back doors were locked and they couldnt get in. they screamed for about 10 more mins and then my mom came ou to the car and my dad continued on for another few mins with bruce and then he came out. so now its 7:20 and we were just leaving for dinner when i was already starving to begin with. so dinner and the ride there and back the only conversation was plotting against bruce which made me uncomfortable. when we got home i immediatly got on my bike so i wouldnt have to deal with the fighting that would continue in my house for about an houraand my dad called when they were finished and i continued on my bike for another 45 mins about wen i finally ended up in the caldesac and i was playin basketball for about 20 mins wen ryan came down and leanna called shortly thereafter and so i went up to her post graduation party/get-together and unformally met her attractive 13 year old cousin((no i dont kno her name get over it or go fuck yourself im sick of the criticism)). newayz i didnt feel right going back to the house wednesday night so i spent the night with the Reids. and so there was thursday which felt too awkwerd for my taste. and last night i spent the night at ryans house. in my own attempts to get away ive spent the least amount of time possible at the house. i think ive ridden my bike about 40 miles in the past 2 weeks... psycho, determined, or troubled?? which do u think i am?? leave a comment if u wish to lemmie kno. but i must go now. newayz im going to church in the morning so im going to bed i think unless i just seem to not be able to get past all my troubles to get to sleep.
Best wishes,
Harper-Weston
p.s. ur welcome Sarah for updating
i think im at my breaking point with the frustration. im so close to loosing my marbles its almost not funny. my brother El Bruso is back for the summer at least and i dont think ill be able to deal with him the whole summer. im trying to get plans in motion for a trip back home however i wont be able to til the end of the month. Ive realized and re-realized time and time again why i dont call my house my home. home is a place from which you draw happiness and right now the pnly place i draw happiness from is my own almost solitary confinement where i can imagine im back in montevallo and i hate it. i need time alone and with summer i thought that would come but i thought wrong. i have so much frustration inside it hurts. my brother coming back hasnt helped with that either. he's caused so much bull shit since he's arrived and i feel that better it wont get. he came over and for the first 4 days he gave my mom hell about nothing and my dad stuck up for her as usual. so i guess the real fight begins a few days ago. we were about t go to dinner and my brother was giving my parents hell about something stupid and we got about 2 and a half miles down the road and we turned aropund came home and shit hit the fan. wen we got home my dad told bruce to get out of the car and he did and slammed the door as hard as he could. wen bruce got to the garage door he asked my dad if he was going to open the garage door and my dad shook is head no. my brother went around the back knowing the code to open the garage door. and my dad followed. you could tell that my dad had gottn back there because you could hear the two of them from down the street probly. since my mom noticed how loud they were after about 10 mins she decided to go let them into the house kuz the back doors were locked and they couldnt get in. they screamed for about 10 more mins and then my mom came ou to the car and my dad continued on for another few mins with bruce and then he came out. so now its 7:20 and we were just leaving for dinner when i was already starving to begin with. so dinner and the ride there and back the only conversation was plotting against bruce which made me uncomfortable. when we got home i immediatly got on my bike so i wouldnt have to deal with the fighting that would continue in my house for about an houraand my dad called when they were finished and i continued on my bike for another 45 mins about wen i finally ended up in the caldesac and i was playin basketball for about 20 mins wen ryan came down and leanna called shortly thereafter and so i went up to her post graduation party/get-together and unformally met her attractive 13 year old cousin((no i dont kno her name get over it or go fuck yourself im sick of the criticism)). newayz i didnt feel right going back to the house wednesday night so i spent the night with the Reids. and so there was thursday which felt too awkwerd for my taste. and last night i spent the night at ryans house. in my own attempts to get away ive spent the least amount of time possible at the house. i think ive ridden my bike about 40 miles in the past 2 weeks... psycho, determined, or troubled?? which do u think i am?? leave a comment if u wish to lemmie kno. but i must go now. newayz im going to church in the morning so im going to bed i think unless i just seem to not be able to get past all my troubles to get to sleep.
Best wishes,
Harper-Weston
p.s. ur welcome Sarah for updating