The diary of a depressed teen.

Parents

My parents always told me not to let anybody hurt me. Don't give someone enough control over you that they break you down into nothing. Take a look in the mirror dad. You're hurting me emotionally. I'm stressed out and there's nothing that anybody but you can do to fix that. Get a job. Stop drinking. I need you to be okay because I'm not the parent. I shouldn't have to be paying the bills so that we can stay alive and all be healthy, to eat, to bathe, to have a roof over our heads. I shouldn't have to worry about when my next paycheck is and how I can stretch it to last long enough. That's not my job. My job should be school. But it's not. My main focus is making sure that we don't loose the house like we did the last one. I keep telling mom that if we leave and come back after a few months, maybe you could get you're life together. But maybe not. I don't even know what to do or say to you anymore. You don't like it when I don't talk to you, but you also shut down if I tell you the truth. I'm the bad guy either way. I love you, but I'm so tired. Tired of doing things I shouldn't have to do as a teenager. Tired of being lied to. Tired of being promised things just for those promises to be broken. I'm still your little girl. But I've been forced to grow up way too fast. I missed out on my childhood because of this. This addiction you have to the bottle. I miss you daddy.