I hate it when I try to tell someone my problems, they always say " it's going to be okay." Fucking bullshit, how would you know if it's going to be okay? Your not in my position. I'm offically done telling people about the problems I have, whether it's family, friends, boys, or anything I'm going to try to learn how to deal with the situation on my own, with nobody's fucking help. There's no brighter day after a dark night anymore.. I just cant handle anymore of this. No, nothing is going to get better. Yes, I'm very pessimistic. I know running away from my problems aren't always the smartest thing to do, but what else is there to do? Just sit there and let someone who's real blood related, someone who you used to fucking love just tell you he's going to smack you if you don't move out of the way? Fuck that shit, seriously.

Yesterday was the worse day of my life. Dad told me to leave the house, if I didn't want to stay here anymore. So I did what he wanted me to do, leave the house. If it wasn't for my mom, I wouldn't came back. I'm just holding my head up high for my mom. I seriously had never hated anyone this much in my fucking life, EVER. I'm not the person who hold on to grudges, cause I never could. But this is a whole new fucking story.

You do not konw what you got until it's gone.

This is probably one of the toughest thing I had to write.