Be afraid...
This IS a rant. I need to vent.
Ok, my dad, long story short, hit me. I'm not sure what gave him the reason to do it, but he did. He was angry, but he's never hit me before. It was with a pair of jeans. I have this huge red mark across my left collarbone. It hurts like hell.
I'm not going to do anything about it, because I know he didn't mean to, but Jesus Christ. That hurt so bad! I don't even want to talk to him. I'm just ready to curl under a rock and live the rest of my life under there. I know no one has no objections to it.
Also, he appears to love the dogs more than me, but he shows tons of love to my elder brother, who gets everything and doesn't have to do anything. Meanwhile, I have to go shopping for groceries when he wants something. He won't get off his lazy butt to do anything.
And further more, when do I become the mom when my mom leaves the house. "Do the dishes", "What's for dinner?", "Aren't you going to cook me something?". Sweet mother of mercy! There's only so much that I can take before I emotionally explode.
Sometimes, I wish that I could just leave. I know I'd be happier somewhere else, but I never get the will to get up and leave. That's only because of my mom.
I'm leaving. Bye.
... not really afraid.
X -Hot_Pink_Horror- X · Mon Nov 26, 2007 @ 02:07am · 0 Comments |