Life is.... hard and frustrating

I want my home....

Love... love is something you earn... it's nothing that's just given to you....But hate... hate is a strong word... but I only say it when I mean it.... I hate my grandma sometimes.... My happiness is always put down because of her.., I can never be happy when I'm around her...., all I can do is feel doubt and feeling like I will never get out of here... I can't wait to go.., a place where I can actually be happy.., I can't be myself around her.... I have to fake being someone I'm not... she wants to act different when my cousins are around but when it's just me the hatred is showed.., she shows her true self... I want my mom... my dad... anyone who doesn't treat me the way she does...now I see how you felt when you were a kid mom.....As long as I have you C.A.B I'll always be happy^^