I was thinking last night. What happens when we grow up? We have responsibility, our parents die, our siblings move away. What will happen then? No one knows. I think of this every night, and I cry myself to sleep. I think of my past. To all the times my dad tried to kill my mom, to the times my grandma told me my mom deserved it. And I hate them, but what about when they die? I really love them, but I don't think my dad or his side of the family cares. My dad doesn't even pay child support. I had to live with my Nana for a year because my dad kept breaking in and beating my mom senseless. He also spit on her. But when that is over, will I be able to forgive him? I remember when my mom was in the hospital and I was visiting her, my dad tried to drag me off my mom and throw me into the hallway. My Nana had to take me and my sister home, and I just wonder, what's next. And I cry myself to sleep. I am crazy, silly, independent. That's what I think anyway. On the inside, I'm breaking. The song One day, is my fairy tale. And I think how fortunate I am to have pets and a family. But sometimes my mom yells at us when she gets stressed, then she cries and screams stuff like "I'm such a bad mom!" and "I'm so sorry I'm not who you want kids" then she passes out. Before you hate on my stories, think about my life. And if I get one more rude comment, I will explode. I have not gotten bullied on wattpad, but school was more than enough.
