Wednesday, 6th May 2015 - 3:48pm
Why is it that I can't just have one day where people don't give me shit? Is that actually too much to ask?
After having a half-decent day at school, I get home, only to have my mood ruined by the demon who my father has married.
I just hate her. I hate her kids too, but I hate her the most. I wish she would just hit me so I could just leave with a valid excuse in hand.
But no.
She prefers verbal abuse. You know? The only sort of abuse that seriously fucks me up. The only sort of abuse I can't handle.
Why would she choose anything else? Why would she be kind to me? I'm just the extra baggage that came with my dad when he married her.
I'm just the leftovers she doesn't want to eat.
And that's okay. Because I'd rather be left for someone who gives a shit, no matter how long it takes.
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