i can't hate her, right?
i mean, shes my mother
but everyday just makes it worse, every second i spend in this house
hate is a strong word but i don't know how else to word it
i hate her for many reasons, maybe i just hate the reasons
i hate her for forcing me to grow up too fast
im 16. fucking 16.
i shouldn't have so much hurt in me
but i already feel old and tired and broken, the world's beat me to death, it's never been kind to me
i hate her for making me cry time and time again just because she doesn't want to leave him
i hate him. i hate him i hate him i hate him.
im supposed to be happy right? being a teenage girl doing teenage things. but how can i do it? how can i do that when my house feels like a prison. one that i will never be able to escape.
i love leaving my house i hate being here. it probably looks like my mother doesn't give a shit about me since im always out, always finding a new place to sleep, one that'll leave me dozing off with a smile and not tears.
but it is what it looks like. because no one gives a shit about me.
