You don't choose your family.
As much as I wish this wasn't true, unfortunately it is.
So, with that here's my family.
Mother: Pregnant at 18, holds all her feelings inside to later take it out on me. Abusive. Lack of Empathy. Liar. Cheat. Druggie.
Father: Left when I was 8. Never returned. Convict. Alcoholic. Fighter.
Abuser.Grandparents: DEAD
Aunts and Uncles: Felons and Druggies.
What a fucking mess, right?
Don't feel sorry for me, I could care less.
My family has always hated me.
Partly why I ran off at 16. Wasnt really the smartest idea, all it did was land me in the pysch hospital.
Family has the biggest impact on you. And honestly I love mine. They make me who I am regardless of the fucked up mess they are.
So yeah say what you want but at the end of the day you love your family too.
Final thought: Family isn't chosen but it will strengthen you.
Sorry this part is so short, I've been so busy... :(
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Emerson's Thoughts
Teen FictionExplore the thoughts of a teen battling mental health illnesses, family issues, trauma, stress, and everyday life.