Daydreaming

It's all good... Maybe

I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling. Hoping for all my worries and struggles to go away. Somehow I don't think that will happen. I only thought about how much I wanted my life to be normal. But as much as I hated my life at home, I wouldn't trade my friends for the world.
As I laid on my bed I thought about how horrible my life was. I missed my real dad. I can't even remember the last time I saw him. Probably not since I was 5. I barely remember talking to him. He had never been a real dad to me. But more of a dad then this new guy my mom picked out. I swear that she had a new boy toy every time I opened my eyes. Most guys just leave because they can't handle my moms bitchy attitude or me hating them. But from what I have seen from these guys they are either using her for you know what or money. I was woken up by this loud yet annoying shout from my mom to my step dad. "You are worthless! All you care about is yourself, you don't give a shit about me or Erin!" Here we go again, this happens frequently. Maybe even too frequently. Welcome to my life. But I guess it's true. He doesn't care about me and I don't care about him so I guess the feeling is mutual.