Mom's already pissed off because my brother said he wants to go home. She does this everytime he says something about missing dad. He's fucking six. He's going to say stuff like that when you take him away from his fucking father. She's fucking pissing me off now, because all I've heard for the past hour is her screaming at my brother. I don't want to deal with it anymore. I'm fucking tired of it. I want to smother her with a pillow, or just end her with one of the many guns and knives in this house. I'm going to end up doing something. I know I am. I don't know what else to fucking do.
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I feel angry about things. About everything. I don't want to be here at all. Mom's boyfriend has his daughter and her boyfriend over here, and they're all talking about how tough they are and how nobody's gonna fuck with them because they have big guns. You might sleep with a gun beside you, but that's not always a good thing. Especially when someone is standing over your sleeping body with that same gun. I want to shoot someone. I want to kill them. My little brother's been crying about everything all day. I get it, he's six, but it's getting fucking annoying. Oh you got splashed? Stop crying, you're in a fucking pool. You're gonna get splashed. I wanna jump off the roof. He's bitching about how he almost got stung by a wasp earlier now. I want to die. I want someone to die. I know I'm not gonna do anything about it. Mom's threatening to keep us here for a few months. I don't know if she's actually going to go through with it, but if I'm not down there by next week, I'm going to do soemthing. I don't know what I want to do, but I'm going to do it. I'm trying not to scream at everyone. I'm trying not to cry. I don't know what to do.
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Just my thoughts.
Non-FictionThis isn't a story. I wanted a place to write some things down, and maybe get a few extra opinions on some things going on.
