(Dont ask about that picture LMAO)
I try, I try soo fucking hard to be strong for family, friends, and partners. All they do is dig a bigger hole in my heart for them. I go through hell and back to try to please anyone, then i hear them talking behind my back about me in my own fucking house!
People are so fucking disrespectful, I wish I never even met them, but also I wouldn't be where I am if I didn't meet them, I wouldn't know my bestfriends, (Sofia, Nick, and Kenny). These people mean the world to me they've been there for me through everything. I love ya'll if ya'll see this.
Today is July 2nd, We were invited to a 4th of July cookout, when I tell you I felt so fucking out of place. Every time I looked over to these vehicles these motherfucking fat fucks keep looking at me, to inform that they are my cousin (I dont even want to call them that) they have treated me like fucking shit every time I'm a couple feet from them. They swear in my face, cough in my face, talk shit about me when they know I can hear them, THEY CAME TO MY FUCKING HOUSE AND TALKED SHIT TO THEIR BESTFRIEND IN MY ROOM NEXT TO ME!!!! So I fucking despise of them, I hope they fucking burn in hell.
After that happens we had some fun like watching my mother go down a slip n slide, that was hilarious. But, after like an hour we were getting ready for fireworks and me and my mother notice that my step dad was starting to get nasty cause he was drinking so we just ignored it UNTIL, he got mad at my mother for going closer to look at the fireworks, like let her have fun (why the fuck you so clingy!) Damn! The fireworks were almost over and then my step dad started to accuse me of stealing his lighter, Damn dude I HAVE 40 FUCKING LIGHTERS WHY WOULD I NEED YOURS! I GAVE HIM THAT LIGHTER HE LOST!!!! My mother FLIPPED her shit.
The fireworks were done at this point, he went to sit down and my mother was ready to leave so I went to ask my step dad if he wanted to go with us and he said fucking DOUSES. He only did that because he knows it bugs my mother when he says that. So we fucking left him, we went home and ripped up all of his shit. But after my mother said that he'll be back she just has to prove a point so I went to my room and said fuck this. I'm fed the fuck up she needs to make up her damn mind, if she wants him or not. He's a manipulator, and is a fucking mental abuser.
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I don't know what to title this
Non-FictionIdk this is just about what's going on in my life.
