Hontou ni, gomen.
"You're lucky I respect him!"
"You don't think i'm sick and tired of this?"
"Selfish whore." "Bitch. FUCK YOU."
I shouldn't have said those things. After the both of us shoved each other against the walls, pulled each other's hairs and sinked our nails into the other's skin, I still regret saying those things. I ran out to the living room and punched the wall a good eleven times, leaving just torn knuckles. She left a mark on my arm, but that'll heal eventually.
Daddy ran to me and embraced me.
He said, "I know, it's because of me." I bawled. I told him what I felt about this dysfunctional family. After Mom left us, this hasn't been a family since. Thi ran out to comfort Dad and I. He also apologized for yelling at me. They didn't need to apologize.
I shouldn't have mentioned about Mom or how much of a hell hole this family has been in. Now Dad's out on the couch sulking about when he should be resting in his room for work tomorrow. You know, sometimes, I just want to overdose on pills and run away from my problems. His existence is my motivation. I don't know whether it's PMSing or just the fact that i've been ready to come clean about things but, I regret it. I'm sorry Dad.
I'll try to be a better daughter. So we can all live through this. Hopefully.
"You don't think i'm sick and tired of this?"
"Selfish whore." "Bitch. FUCK YOU."
I shouldn't have said those things. After the both of us shoved each other against the walls, pulled each other's hairs and sinked our nails into the other's skin, I still regret saying those things. I ran out to the living room and punched the wall a good eleven times, leaving just torn knuckles. She left a mark on my arm, but that'll heal eventually.
Daddy ran to me and embraced me.
He said, "I know, it's because of me." I bawled. I told him what I felt about this dysfunctional family. After Mom left us, this hasn't been a family since. Thi ran out to comfort Dad and I. He also apologized for yelling at me. They didn't need to apologize.
I shouldn't have mentioned about Mom or how much of a hell hole this family has been in. Now Dad's out on the couch sulking about when he should be resting in his room for work tomorrow. You know, sometimes, I just want to overdose on pills and run away from my problems. His existence is my motivation. I don't know whether it's PMSing or just the fact that i've been ready to come clean about things but, I regret it. I'm sorry Dad.
I'll try to be a better daughter. So we can all live through this. Hopefully.