Life sucks. Or the beginning of your life, at least. Everyone else always says "Oh, I want to grow up so I can get a car!" or "Oh, I want to grow up so I can go to college and....". It's all s**t. None of that matters, or to me at least. I swear, the main reason I can't wait to get out of this hell hole, and away from these abusive assholes. When was the last time your father picked you up by your throat and slung you half-way across the room? When was the last time your mother covered up for him and said he didn't really hurt you, he just scared you? Well, Mom, Dad, that bruise on my neck isn't looking any better. And that welt on my wrist isn't getting any smaller. If only we had sharper knives in this damned house... And what was it all for? Because I was talking to Ashley, trying to get the homework assignments that I missed because I had to go to my grandfather's funeral in Maryland, which, according to my father, was a "goof up" and needs to be straightened out. Because I couldn't hear what she was saying about school, so I told him to shut up, which is a reflex now. Because he "just got fed up", according to my mother. Because I "can't talk to my parents like that". Because I was doing what he told me to do, but it just wasn't good enough for him. Nothing's ever good enough for him.
DrasBrisingr · Sun Feb 06, 2005 @ 03:26am · 2 Comments |