One "Today" At A Time

4/16/17 -Sunday

Today I learned how much I hate Easter. First of all, I hate dresses and skirts, and being a girl guess what I had to wear. A dress. Kill me now; I am a hardcore tomboy and dresses just make me wanna die. And this wasn't even the worst part. My mom got me a pair of Nike shorts, and when I tried them on they were way to big, but apparently this set my mom off so much that she screamed at me, told me how I was an ungrateful little bitch and then left the house and didn't come back for hours. You might be thinking that this wasn't actually what happened and that I'm blowing this out of proportion; I'm not. She hates me so much and then gets mad at me for something she bought not fitting me. Then my dad comes to my room, tells me how much I'm tearing my family apart, and that I ruined, yet again, another holiday. Also then he says I'm lucky that he's not making me, and I quote, "pack my shit and leave." Wow, my family loves me so much am I right. My dad is completely willing to make me leave the house. I'm probably gonna leave though. Not because they are making me, but because there is nothing desirable here for me. My family hates me, I have few friends, there is also no adventure here. Living life on the safe side ain't how I roll. But that's all there is here for me, safety. I want adventure, it's what I run on, when I leave I don't know if I'll come back, and quite frankly I don't want to. I also cut again today. Life sucks but I keep moving forward, or I at least try to. I keep hoping it'll get better, and maybe one day it will. But for now I'll plan my runaway. -K