Unpredictable

Chapter 1

I woke up to another gloomy day in the state of Florida. Because I live in a very Southern part of Florida, it is hot, humid, and muggy almost all year round. I honestly don't know why I'm still living here. Oh yeah, because I'm still 16 and living under my parents roof.

Sometimes I feel as if I was born to be an adult. I'm not in a rush to grow up, but I would still enjoy the independence it brings. And the quiet atmosphere I'd be in because I would be able to do things when I want to and not when other people want me to do them.

"Nessa Romero get your butt down her young lady!" My mother yelled from the top of her lungs. I ran downstairs awaiting and preparing myself to get yelled at.

"Why didn't you do the dishes, and why are you still in bed doing nothing!?" My mother gets agitated very easily. I don't even say anything in response because she'll just yell at me more, so I start doing the dishes.

My family life is not the best, but also no the worst. My mom is a very small woman who blames her problems on everyone else. I love her but she really needs to get her issues under control. My father on the other hand thinks he's a God and thinks he has everything under control, but when something goes wrong he gets pissy.

Whenever I'm at home I literally feel as if I'm walking on egg shells all the time. Any wrong move and my whole day is ruined. When my parents are actually nice to me they're fun, but it's really hard to get there.

They don't realize how much emotional pain they actually cause me. I seem like a tough person in the outside, but in reality the world inside my head is ready to crumble in any second.

Every single day I'm just a minute away from having an outburst. But, I get it under control just in time to not embarrass myself. Sometimes it accidentally escapes. Whenever I cry it's not because of anything specific, it's for everything. Every pent up emotion that I hide away from others.

I really need to teach myself how to express my emotions because I can't keep doing this. If I even have the smallest emotional trigger, I'll cry my eyes out. This sometimes happens for my anger as well. Sometimes I'll just wake up angry with no reason too and sometimes I'll be the happiest person. I'm not bipolar, but I do need some help mentally with control.

Anyway I finish doing the loads of dishes and then I sneakily head up to my room before my mother says anything.

Honestly all I do now that school is on break because of all the tragedy is either sleep, read, eat, or go on the Internet. Internet access is not very easy these days though so I barely do that. I am a book worm though and I have so many books I could read for years. But back to another nap I was gonna take.