Disenchanted.
That’s fair. No fucking way. Why are my parents such asswipes?! I want to cry right now. I didn’t get to go with my friends and hang-out during Halloween today. Part of me just wants to die because, I know it’ll just get worse–my parents being control freaks and all. But then if I die then I can’t make the world a better place.
I guess in a way though a part of me did die. I offically hate my parents. I want them to die. Honestly and truely. I don’t care if I’m left as an orphan, I can’t physically take this anymore. I like I’ve said before, it’ll only get worse. Why? What did I do to deserve such awful and unmoving parents? I’m trapped in my own household by the people who are supposed to be loving and caring. How the fucking are you showing love and affection by keeping me here in this goddamn house. That’s not fair…Swallow those tears and pull to darker days…Hm, those could be very promising lyrics actually…
