It pains me to know that family has always been the very first to let me down. For so many years I've been trying to tell myself that some where in the world, maybe even next door, someone has even greater problems than me. But at the end of the night, when I reflect I can't help but to think the many jorneys I go thru during one day are definitly worse than my neighbor. I guess from young I've just been a miserable person. Always hoping to find that little bottle of hapiness and not succeding. Family is supposed to be where the heart is. Though mines is not. I love my family. I really do. But the more and more I continue to get hurt, lied to, taken advantage of, and belittled the more I question the true meaning of family. It hurts when I want to talk simply about my day and there's no one to hear my voice. It hurts to know that I can't go shopping or do mother/father and daughter activites with my parents without if not one, all of us arguing. It hurts that I don't receive support or motivation. It hurts when they use me so that they can get to where they want to be. Family never seems to amaze me. I know families haves their kinks and issues, but so much? I don't think so. If I had it my way, right this second, I'd just pack up and go. Far away. Where no one can reach me, or make me hurt anymore. I'm so sorry Ive been such a burden on so many members of my family lives. Now I think it's time I finally do what's best for me, and figure out this thing called life on my own. Afterall, all the advice and opinions I've been taking from people has gotten me no where but here. Alone and miserable.
Rebel For A Cause,
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