...I guess. ITs just..its tough to really consider leaving everything in a shamlbe. its even harder to deal with the fighitng and pretned not to hear one word. I had to finally leave and take a walk to clear my head as the fighting seems endless. i mean I understand my dad's anger, but my mom...I can't really relate to her as she has done so any stupid things...not once thinking about the innocent bystanders. dad...he works...almost every single day till about 7pm. When everyone is here its seperate..everything and everyone on their own. i can't help, but want the simplicity of a basic family...for them. Some of my friends are even telling me to try and go for custody of my siblings when I turn 18.
-nod- True, but now that you started the process, the outcome isn't really up to you so just try to focus on your work for now and don't stress too much.
I know that...I haven't slept for two days now. I've worked until I got so tired i couldn't work anyomore. I leave for college next year ya know? I tried to fix things at any cost. I've lost friends, family and time in general. I thought social services would see through all this, but they're as blind as a bat. I don't get outta the case started against my family until my 18th birthday. Not for another 3 months. As much as I know this isn't my job..I have no place in it...I feel that if i don't step up and do something...nothing would've ever been done.
Mmmm, my situation was different but I don't really wanna get into it. I try not to live too much in the past if I can help it. Its good that you want to help, but it's not your responsibility. I know you care about your siblings but you have to take care of you.
Well see he's two, my sis she's 11, and my other bro is 15. They continue fighting, but never divorce. I've tried talking to them...they don't understand. My other bro well he just don't care as this is what he hopes and desires. he himself was part of the situation that caused me to do all i have for this family. i mean in more ways than one I raised my brother and sister. My parents when their around are too wrapped up in their own lives to realize that. My stories...the two at the bottom show what I'm taling about, but yeah...another day..another hope born and breathing.
Anyways...it don't matter...again my friends call these events bad days so...I guess I just gotta keep doing everything I have and then some. I got yet another essay due Friday and I'm reading a play right now.. act III. Its called Pygmalion.