Right. My family is totally messed up. I’m so depressed because of them. They are the root of all things miserable in my life. Why do we need extended family for? I’ve no need for them and obviously they have no need for me either. I’m so sick of it. Sick of all the fights, the drama, the yelling and screaming, snobbing, and especially the insults. whatever, no one reads this stuff anyway.
I’ve been needing someone to lend me their ear. I want to just spill it all out, all my frustrations and all my sadness. But who would listen? Everybody’s got their own cross to bear. I don’t want to feel insecure, but at the same time there’s always that someone in my life that keeps bringing me down. Though it may be unintentional, I’ve come to hate him so much that to this day I have not let the feeling go. How could I bear such a grudge? I’ve held it ever since Friday. The hatred grows each passing moment and its as if its engulfing me because there’s nothing else I could think about. When I’m not preoccupied, I remember the things he said to me…all the insults that pierced me right through. My ego had been crushed and my pride at its all time low. What have I got going for me? I have no one that really wants to listen. Isn’t it normal for a human being to crave for attention? To want to have someone to rely on? It’s as if I’ve lost all that, I’ve got nothing to cling to but at the same time I want to do so many things. All these feelings hold me back. I wish I was cold hearted. I wish I didn’t feel a thing for anyone or anything so that I could get by life swiftly. If I get hurt I won’t feel it. If the sun is shining brightly up in the sky, and the sky is clear I wouldn’t care because I wouldn’t feel a thing. Emotions bring you down does it not?
I’ve stressed about this matter far too long, how come I can’t let it go? What does one do?
I hate him. I dislike my family. He thinks he’s so smart that he can step on people’s feelings without feeling guilty. Just because he’s smart doesn’t mean everyone around him is stupid. I hate him. I use this word with passion. I shouldn’t but in this case I would. Life is short and I’m making use of mine to fully hate. Call me hateful but that’s all I got going for me. I have to move on. I will ignore him and I will regard him as a stranger. I will not consider him a family. We may share the same genes, have the same blood running through our veins, but I will never call you family again. I told you once before that I can hold a grudge. I keep that promise and I will keep this grudge until the day I die.
-Story written by bananadotink
Yes its a story…sad no?




