I give up. No really I do. I'm sick of arguing, sick of crying, sick of feeling sick and pathetic and depressed. I wash my hands of this whole situation. I'll let my mother do whatever she wants, because she's going to do it anyway. If I end up homeless, with no where to go, and no one to turn to, then just so be it
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Don't you just want to hop into a car and drive nonstop for weeks and weeks, away from everything, and just see where you end up? I've always fantasized about doing that.
Hope things get better for you soon.
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It almost makes me want to turn to -desperate things- for money. But the actual thought of that scares me so much.
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One week he went to Portland with a friend of his for a short road trip, and long story short he lives there now. I mean, he lives in a REALLY small one room apartment that is 300/month but he is so much happier. I can tell. He just had to get away.
I hope that you can find your way out soon, like my boyfriend did, because I think you really deserve to live a happy life free from unnecessary anxiety caused by others.
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