Things have been getting somewhat better. But it's still kinda hard.
My stomach hurts. No matter how much I eat or stop eating. It feels like my stomach is ripping apart. What the fuck is going on? I want to scream.
I've been relating to a few songs. Maybe it's a bad thing. Since they're songs like Bad Idea, Mama's Boy, Alien Blues. I don't wanna be told that I'm "mature for my age", it's because I was never given the chance to grow the fuck up. And have a normal childhood.
I've told people that I want to be an author. Apparently both of my brothers do, too. The difference is that one of them wants to be a children's book author. My eldest "brother" (I'm gonna call him T) has told my middle brother (I'll call him G) that it's because G thinks it'll be "easier", and that he's a pedophile. He's not.
But, soon after, T started writing a book similar to mine, and now my parents are only focusing on him because of it. They gave him money to publish it, which was around $50, but they wouldn't allow me to get a $7 necklace? What sense does that make?
The itching haven't stopped. My insides feel like they're bubbling. It feels like I'm being watched, why? I'm so tired.
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My vent book (TW)
No FicciónThis is just my vent book, I need to let out how I feel sometimes, too.
