They just don't give a damn. I am sick, but still my sisters and parents don't give a fuck. They push themselves first and they don't care to even listen to me. They yell at me. And if I get annoying I am they bad guy. Well, girl actually. They don't stop yelling. They're always yelling at me.
Lara do this!
Lara do that!
Lara clean up!
Lara stop being annoying!
Lara get up!
Lara don't yell!
Lara go to your room!
Lara say sorry!
I am so tired of this. And if I tell my therapists there's no one who believes me. Because then my parents lie and put up a act and say they love me. But if the therapists are gone everything is even more messed up then before. Even if you can't see it. I hate it to say dad or mom or my parents. It always feels like everything in my whole life is fake. And fucked up. And I think that's true. I know it'll be okay, someday. I hope.
Today seems to be a better day. These was a fairground and we (my parents and sisters) did go into bumper cars. It was really fun. We eat churos and I did like it. For a moment it seemed like everything was fine, I was happy. But it's just waiting until something snaps. I try to make it the best time I can but it's really hard if you are always confronted with the past. I know it'll be okay, someday, I hope.
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About Me
Non-FictionThis is a story about me, about how i manage to survive, about how i try to live in this hard world and about my dreams and fails. This story will NEVER be completed, it's about my life and I will keep updating.
