Vent Book

Strict Parent(s)

I'm writing this on 4/25/24, just so you know.

Playlist (if you want to listen to music while reading):

I Can't Handle Change-Roar

Freaks-Surf Curse

I Love You So-The Walters

Fine-Lemon Demon

No Surprises-Radiohead

Nothing's new-Rio Romeo

Body Terror Song-AJJ

Alien Blues-Vandabar

Just Take My Wallet-Jack Stauber's Micropop

Skinny Love-Bon Iver

New Flesh-Current Joys

Romantic Homicide-d4vd

YKWIM-Yot Club

Glided Lily-Cults

Some background:

When I was about 10, I was at my mom's apartment. It was the day after the 4th of July there was a parade. They threw candy and stuff, it was normal. Then, me and my sister got inside the apartment and our mother gave us a 3-4 page long letter. We read it and found out she had overdosed the night before. Once we read it, we were both in tears. A few minutes later, our mother was coughing up white foam in her bed. I called the police and they came in about 10 minutes. Thankfully, our mother was alright, but since then, we haven't been able to see her. It started off with the weekly call, but that soon faded into no communication at all. It's been 2 years since that day and I still think about her. Now, I live with my dad, his girlfriend, her two kids, and my sister.

Is it just me, or can you tell who's coming towards your room by their footsteps? I can tell if it's my dad coming to check on me. My sister's footsteps are lighter. Plus, she makes a sound, like tapping on the wall, as she goes down the hallway. When I here my dad, I feel like I have to hide everything. I feel like I can't tell him anything. He tells me I can be honest and he won't be mad, but that's a lie. I tell him the truth and he gets mad, I lie and he gets mad, there's no way out. The worst part is, I rarely get to have the freedoms that my classmates and friends have. It's not fair. But, my dad always tells me life's not fair whenever I say that. My younger sister gets treated better than me. He just doesn't understand me. My mom would understand...