I feel like i want to hurt my family. You should want to love them and see them be happy at least that is what my friends say. I look at my parents and see them experiencing a fraction of the pain i feel everyday. The sore of the eyes is what i feel everyday. I want them to look at me with apologetic faces as i turn them away onto a new life. I knew i didn’t know everything. I knew that angst comes with being a teenager. I knew that school and getting into college was hard. I didn’t know that i was (according to my parents) a chold of the devil. I didn’t know that i wasn’t wanted. I didn’t know that parents could truly hate and abuse their child. Why is it me? Isn’t that the million dollar question
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It definitely is. We’ve all asked ourselves that question at one point or another. All of us. Unfortunately, not many of us realize the meaning of that question. Why me? Strive off of that question and answer it. Why you? Define yourself and take a stand in your life… Because no one else is going to do that for you. The most someone can do is help you help yourself since the majority of that push has to come from you. You never fail unless you stop trying.
T.A.