This is the last one today, I promise. I suppose I should start making my diary entries more like a diary..
Heh..
No. I don't feel that it's necessary. I'm sick of doing things because that's what I'm supposed to do. I'm supposed to do alot of things..yesterday I did things I wasn't supposed to.
I went to Cynder's house, I kissed him, I slept with him.
But that wasn't why I had gotten in trouble..I got in trouble because I didn't do things that I was supposed to do.
Clean my room, clean my beautiful cat Zephyr's litterbox, sweep and mop the kitchen, and do the breakfast dishes although I normally didn't eat breakfast because that would mean I have to sit next to him the bane of my existance. The one who makes me want to find out which knot is more effective when making a noose..my brother Maxwell.
He's physically and emotionally abusive and it's honestly tearing me apart. It's gotten to the point that if a simply break a glass or spend to much time getting ready in the morning I'm having a full out panic attack fearing I'm going to be punished or screamed at.
(Alexander is a fictional character and this is his diary if you didn't know. This is his life not mine okay? Okay.)
