I hate my life. It’s like nobody gives a damn. They kick me around like a dog and yet they all expect me to be grateful. Yea, sure. I live in a super nice apartment and get pretty much whatever I ask for because I have a rich father. But that’s just money and therefore they’re only material things.
It’s just money! If he wasn’t rich and abusing us with money, what else would it be?
Why am I not allowed to have my own life? And live how I like? Then they’d all be rid of me and I wouldn’t be the cause of so many fights and squabbles. They’d have a nice life…not having to drive me around, not having me starting arguments, I wouldn’t be complaining to them all the time. They wouldn’t have to listen to me trying to stand up for myself and what I want.
Why can’t they just let me go? Everybody would be happier if I was gone. Everyone’s life would be easier.
No one sees it my way. I’m always forgotten. I never get asked for my opinion on anything. Though I give it. If I was gone, everything would be so much easier for everyone.
· Sun Jan 27, 2013 @ 04:10am · 0 Comments