*sounds of breaking glass and screams*
You can't do anything about it Blake, They are both your parents. It's just a fight between them and them only.
I keep telling myself that every single time my parents start fighting. The last time I was forced to take sides in one of their fights it turned into a complete disaster.
My mom, Ellen is an alcoholic. I believe she also has mental issues if you ask me. She has cheated on my dad probably just a couple of hundred times yet my dad still forgave her.
No, my dad isn't an angelic husband sent from god, he just has a lot on his plate as well. selling drugs, gambling, stealing, anything bad comes in mid, he's done it.
I'm just waiting for my eighteenth birthday, not to celebrate it but to move out and start my own life. With all these things I'm dealing with, I still have hope. I believe I can become a famous painter in the future, sell my art for thousands of dollars. Have a great family built on trust and love. But sometimes apart of me says that this will never happen, not in a million years and then I tell myself these are just depressing thoughts but.. I don't know if I'm just telling myself this to make myself feel a bit better.
Tomorrow is first day of senior year. Kids my age usually are excited for school, especially senior year but me, I just wanna get over with this hell and start working on my dreams with the little bit of hope I have. I don't have friends but that's no big problem because I happen to like being alone. The feeling of emptiness is always running through me like it was apart of my blood system, I take it as an advantage though, I don't worry about anyone or anything. Call me selfish or whatever you want, that's just how I am and that's how I'll ever be.
Just when I was about to head out of the house.. "And where do you think you're going young man?" My dad asks glaring at me. "I- library. I'm going to the library." I actually wanted to have a walk and get some fresh air because I tend inhale cigarette smoke more than oxygen in this house. Both my parents are smokers. "WELL GUESS WHAT BOY! THE ONLY PLACE YOU WILL BE GOING TO RIGHT NOW IS YOUR GOD DAMN ROOM!" he yelled as he grabbed me from the shoulder and threw me in my room. It has been like that for a long time and it will always be like that.. I'm starting to get used to it but I don't know if I can handle this for long. Everything about me is changing, everyday I'm becoming more and more depressed and I'm trying not to be.. suicidal.
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*cries* poor Blake! I seriously hope things get better for him :/
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