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... I'm sorry... Longest journal ever.
14 years ago
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x--II--x ... I didn't mean to leave on Hiatus...
... It wasn't my choice.
... My lovely step dad went crazy... cut my ethernet line with scissors... so that I couldn't use it again.
He's fixing up my $5k Stickshift Mustang... just to sell it off.
... He says I can't have nice things.
He is convinced I'm not going to college, nor make it on my own or with anybody else other than them.
He says I can't rely on my grandparents because they're gonna die soon. And that my aunt has no money.
He says that I don't clean the house. When, in fact, I clean it every day. I'm sorry you track grass onto our hardwood floors and complain about me not having swept the floors in a week.
He says. He can't wait for me to get out.
He said. Once I leave, I can never come back. As in, I can never move back in.
He said. My older sister, who is 21 and lives in TN, wants to come down and live with them. For god knows how long. And they'll let her.
They'll fix up the bonus room that he never worked on for the 4 years he said he would. And put her in there with luxury items.
I hate. My step dad.
And I hate. My mom. For not doing anything about him.
Because of her, I could have committed suicide. A long time ago. I have every detail planned.
But. I've had someone to keep me around a bit longer... And I love her more than anyone.
School has been stressing me out. Along with my "family".
... So... My life has been officially repeatedly fucked. Over. And over. And over.
I'm out of here as soon as possible.
But. This is the corruption of my life.
I'm at my aunt's house for my Fall "Break". Which, technically, is two days and a weekend. Not a week-long break of goodness, oh no.
Oh yeah. And my tablet's been broken since like. 3 days after I got my internet cut.
So. Yeah. :I
FML.
... It wasn't my choice.
... My lovely step dad went crazy... cut my ethernet line with scissors... so that I couldn't use it again.
He's fixing up my $5k Stickshift Mustang... just to sell it off.
... He says I can't have nice things.
He is convinced I'm not going to college, nor make it on my own or with anybody else other than them.
He says I can't rely on my grandparents because they're gonna die soon. And that my aunt has no money.
He says that I don't clean the house. When, in fact, I clean it every day. I'm sorry you track grass onto our hardwood floors and complain about me not having swept the floors in a week.
He says. He can't wait for me to get out.
He said. Once I leave, I can never come back. As in, I can never move back in.
He said. My older sister, who is 21 and lives in TN, wants to come down and live with them. For god knows how long. And they'll let her.
They'll fix up the bonus room that he never worked on for the 4 years he said he would. And put her in there with luxury items.
I hate. My step dad.
And I hate. My mom. For not doing anything about him.
Because of her, I could have committed suicide. A long time ago. I have every detail planned.
But. I've had someone to keep me around a bit longer... And I love her more than anyone.
School has been stressing me out. Along with my "family".
... So... My life has been officially repeatedly fucked. Over. And over. And over.
I'm out of here as soon as possible.
But. This is the corruption of my life.
I'm at my aunt's house for my Fall "Break". Which, technically, is two days and a weekend. Not a week-long break of goodness, oh no.
Oh yeah. And my tablet's been broken since like. 3 days after I got my internet cut.
So. Yeah. :I
FML.
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I don't know what to say....
I just hope you can get out of there soon....
youre a really awesome artist, it sounds like you got a great girl and youre a senior in high school? so you only have one more year left, then you'll be free
sorry i cant really help more then that since i havent known you for long, im free to talk if you want though ^^ hope everything gets better
I think a road trip is needed.
No but seriously, i went through the same thing. I did almost succeed in the suicide..... but you know. Look at me now. Im doing pretty well and you will too. Just gotta let time take its toll and dont forget the little things.... they make it count in the end. And remember your loved very much!