"The tears just don't stop, do they?"
She made on promise. One promise that I waited for, months and months. But it never came or never happened. She broke, what little piece of happiness, I had in me.
All I ever wanted was to be able to do that one thing. And she knew it. But she stopped it and broke me. She yelled at me at every chance she got, making me feel guilty of absolutely nothing.
She yelled at me over a fricking hairband the other day. Does my opinion ever matter in this household? It's my god-damned life. Let me live it. I haven't got any more tears to let out just by begging you.
Let me live in peace. Her opinion does matter to me and if she ever hates anything that I do, that really offends me. Why can't I just make her proud and not piss her off? She doesn't hear me out. Every time I try to explain myself, she has to yell back of tell me to shut the fuck up.
Life isn't a game, I know that, but we need to live with a little bit of co-operation and respect. Here no respect is received by me even though I try my best to respect them. The tears just can't stop.
There's a new ocean of them,
everyday.
"like a small boat, on the ocean.
sending big waves, and emotion."
