Cycle of Seasons

When did summer become so cold?

I'm just resting on my couch. My brothers skipped school. Dumbasses. Well i skipped school too, but that's totally different, right? My mom's fucking angry. When isn't the bitch angry? Well it's logical she's angry now. I mean i'd be too, my daughters laying on the couch, depressed, skipping school daily, and my two delinquent sons who steal, fight and vape at the age of 9 and 12, skip school. Yeah i'd be pissed off too. So guess who she called? Not fucking ghostbusters to exorcism our asses. Child services. The bitch calles child services for like, the millionth time this month. And all of a sudden, my hallway is filled with people, child services, even people fromt the fucking local authority showed up and less then an hour later we were pulled from our home. This almost happened to me last year, and i realised this isn't the life i wanted to live. Well when you're a neglected kid in a shitty household it's kind of expected to live this life. I'm totally living up to that sad teenage girl standard everyone sees me as already. Well fuck that, and fuck every single person who saw me as money, as their project. Who saw my family as their project. I might not be the closest with my family members, but i'll never be okay with these fuckers who think they know what's best for us, even though they never take the time to get to know us, know my brothers, know the way my family works, know me, to see us as their project. I don't wanna be a project. Why am I, a project. Fucking hell man. We spend a couple months there, they broke me. Broke my family. I almost didn't wanna go home, i never saw my mother, my father or my home for at least a month and a half. If april me met june me, she would've kicked my ass. September me would kick both their asses. April me, for thinking my house was as good as i made it out to be (i barely went to school, and i think the couch started to form a dent, me-shaped). And june me, for wanting to throw my entire life away because my mom was a bitch (she always was, but that didn't mean i had to throw my life away for getting into an argument, like always). Anyways, those might've been the best shittiest months of my life. I made new friends, had good food on the table every day, and my brothers got the care they deserved. Well i'm home now so i'd rather let those months become a memory, i really don't wanna go back there.