this no longer feels like home
Can we just please go back to just the four of us? Mom, Dad, Derrick and I. Three, exactly with Derrick living off in San Diego. I want that back. I want what we use to have, a whole house just for our family. My own bathroom, the kitchen swarmed with all my favorite treats and foods, blasting music as loud as I can , etc.
This was all back before I became a real teenager. Before the borders have settled and ruined this house, I call home. With two years down and probably another three with them, my family has went through horrible times, financially of course. It wasn’t like this when they settled. Wasn’t like this at all.
My point it from what I’m trying to express here, is that I cannot stand what this house is going through. Everything is in boxes, my parents are late to every bill , my college/career is at risk, deprived from cell and television, etc. I will admit that the blame is all on those who settled in and never left.
No wonder , I want to move so badly. As of now, I just want to break, punch, rip everything out of me but, I know no one would understand where I’m coming from. This place sucks fucking ass and I wish it gets better but, reality, it’s not. GREAT.
I can almost say FML but, I won’t. I could probably be in a worse place than now.
