Family sucks. I really do hate mine. I hate the way I was raised and the way I turned out. I really do blame them for all my problems. You try really hard not to turn out like them and then one day it hits you; I'm exactly like my dad or my mom. It must be inevitable.
I wish I could move far away. Never call them. And they could never call me to borrow money or need something from me. But I know, no matter how far I ran, I'll always have the memory of them to remind me where I came from.
And yes, I do blame God for putting me with this family. It's all his fault, too.
Things could be worse, but who cares when there this bad. I rather not exist then live in mediocrity. I guess I don't have a choice.
I wish I could move far away. Never call them. And they could never call me to borrow money or need something from me. But I know, no matter how far I ran, I'll always have the memory of them to remind me where I came from.
And yes, I do blame God for putting me with this family. It's all his fault, too.
Things could be worse, but who cares when there this bad. I rather not exist then live in mediocrity. I guess I don't have a choice.