So it's been awhile... I'm here using this as my journal. I advise you not to criticize this book. Because I'm sharing some of my personal life with you guys, and I want you to know how I'm feeling...

2/20/18.

I was by myself, rest of the family had to go out for parent teacher conference, and the kids had to go to. My brothers couldn't eat their dinners fast enough because they were soo stalling and fooling around. God they have the good life so easy.

All of the time I wish that my life was just as easy, but it's not. I put my life through lyrics, poems (that I'm not going to post online for awhile) because my life it's worse than what a lot of people have. To be honest, I would rather wish to be an orphan, or a homeless person than living in my house. It's depressing. Very.

Anyways, my dog got into the food that was left on the table, and I hadn't even known she did until my family came home. They were upset with me because it seemed like it was my job to flipping watch the dog. They were supposed to put away the food, weren't they? I'm not the food keeper.

Than my dad confronts me and is like "It's very dissapointing. You're on your phone again too while this happened." I'm like so what. Every day he finds something to bloody lecture me about, and criticize me, and scrutinize me. Every other day when I do my chores I don't get any appreciation whatsoever. It's very irritating. Then, I get treated like dirt, because of something wrong I do, and there's furniture that I can't sit in because my dad's a total ahole, and claims that my arse will leave an indent in the seat because I sit there every day of the year. Well, it's bloody comfortable!

Then, when my brothers forget some valuable clothing at school and only get in trouble for like one day, my parents literally ground them for like that day. But, when I do something wrong; I lose a great deal of respect and trust from my parents that was already a challenging task to build up. I just don't know if I can handle it anymore. My parents judge all day every day. Even behind that genuine smile of theirs. My dad lectures me about something every day while I'm sitting on the couch or the ottoman every day.

After I graduate highschool I'm moving out and that's final. I can't stand being with my parents. Also, they're slowly kicking all my stuff out my room anyways because I share with my brothers. I literally have half a closet, one small bookshelf, my dresser, and my bed. While my brothers have half the bedroom. It feels like I'm.wasted space and don't belong in my home that was supposed to be for me... :(