I’ve been living in a small apartment with my family for all my life. My parents dom’t work. I live in a small room, my brother lives on a windowed balcony, my mom sleeps on a infatablee bed in the kitchen, my dad sleeps on a makeshift ben in a corner. My life has gone to s***. I quit school when i was 13. My brother quit school when he was 14. All i do now is stay at home and sit on the computer for 15 hours a day. My brother has gone mentaly ill. He always wants to kill people. You cant have a normal conversation with him. I thy to ask him something and he always says something stupid and locks himself in his “room”. I can’t have even a little privacy. Half of the stuff in my room aren’t even mine. Every 10 minutes someone comes into my room to get something. It f****** pisses me off. Im seriously thinking of running away. I dont want to be a part of this “family” anymore. I feel that living alone will be the best for me. Even if im poor living under a bridge, i still feel i will be happier than now. Waking up and seeing “Death” written on the bathroom mirror by my insane brother is more than i can take. I always try to take it as a joke but i cant. I feel that the only way for me to live my life as i want to is if we move to a big house, and if my brother dies or gets killed by someone. I wish he was dead. Every day i feel like poisoning his food so he dies. So i dont have to live with him anymore. So i can breath normally. I always blame my parents for this, because they are the one to blame. What were they thinking buying this small f****** s*** hole. Even a single person wont be able to live a normal life here, and here we are 4 people cramped in this small place. I seriously dont see a bright future for me. I dont have friends (not that i need some to live my life), i dont go out. I mean, i havent gone out of this place for months(seriously). I dont know if this story belongs here but i need to let this anger and hate out.
