this is an email i sent to my mum. it is the symbol of something rotten finally ending.
do you feel this need to drive people away?
do you really think you and steve are going to be together forever?
your already half the person you used to be, you are overweight and the rosy in your cheeks had gone. you have given up life for starch.
are you actually happy?
or is it just that if you face the truth you won't be able to handle it?
i might not be happiest at the moment but i have a whole life ahead of me. what do you have? truly?
you say we left you, but you left us.
so when you are all alone and can't even bear to look in the mirror remember that you lost out. you ran when everyone else stayed.
remember what you gave up.
but don't bother to try to get anywhere near me or hannah again because you aren't anything to us anymore except a bad memory that in time will fade.
you will probably delete this and never even read it but i don't care.
i used to care what you thought, but you can't reach me anymore, you can't feed off the misery of others.
i didn't leave, i don't need to feel guilty. it's you that left, you that has nothing.
from this point on i have no mother, and i am glad. because the thing i was most terrfied about was ending up like you.
Sunday, September 23, 2007
why is the shit only happens to some people?
i don't know if i believe in bad luck but it seems to get me whether i do or not.
i haven't written on here in ages so a lot is missing but i can't be bothered to do a complete catch up right now. not that it is important, i am the only one who reads it.
i moved into my mum's house in the summer holidays after me and dad had a massive argument, the whole house had been getting lower and lower in this downward spiral and no one seemed to be able to change anything.
so i did the cowardly thing and ran away.
now here is the lucky part of it, dad had taken my phone so i had to walk to my girlfriends to tell her what was going on. i was going to sleep in the park but her and her mum dragged me in and said there was no way that was going to happen.
so i guess that taking my phone was kind of a good thing, because i might have been raped in that park, or i could have been absolutely fine but who knows.
so, after that one night i went to mum's. i didn't really want to be there because i hate her and i hate her tosser of a boyfriend.
i was there for about 2 months but i started to get realy ill, a kidney infection, stomach problems, listlessness. not really bad but put them all together and dad took me for a blood test.
i hadn't really spoken to him in a month and a half. i was missing him so badly that whenever i spoke to him i cried after i put the phone down.
i was only at my mum's because it was closer to my girlfriend, and i thought that she was all i needed. i spent nearly all my time there, sleeping over all weekend and most school evenings i spent there aswell.
but now i don't suppose any of that is going to happen now, one because i am further away, but i can bike it. the biggests problems are that her dad is having students there. 3 students. so som, her brother, her dad and her mum will be in the same room while the 3 students have the other two rooms.
i really don't see why because he is doing it to get money to buy a bigger house but there is house is big enough for them all if it didn't have any students in!
but the other reason is that, yesterday i made people breakfast and cooked lunch and did all the washing up and i help pak and som with their homework. which means i don't get to much for myself in the way of school work.
som said i was a good housewife type. and while i was in the middle of my lunch kept asking me to get up and do things because she was reading the newspaper!
i am 15, that is not my life! i don't need to be a 30 year old yet!
but i tried really hard, i did everything they both asked [even though i am ill] and so i was completely knackered by the end of the day. [i might have anaemia]
and when i left a coke can on the table her dad was really stressed at me and she was being all ott about it. like i had been really messy and everything and i tried so hard. how many people cook in other peoples homes?!
and i had a lie in this weekend and then her dad was stressed all weekend about her and me not getting up. and i can't!
he hit her brother with the broom so that pak cried. i just don't understand why there is no freedom and no lee way there. it is all to his liking and no one else can change that.
i don't, and can't, live like that!
i haven't written on here in ages so a lot is missing but i can't be bothered to do a complete catch up right now. not that it is important, i am the only one who reads it.
i moved into my mum's house in the summer holidays after me and dad had a massive argument, the whole house had been getting lower and lower in this downward spiral and no one seemed to be able to change anything.
so i did the cowardly thing and ran away.
now here is the lucky part of it, dad had taken my phone so i had to walk to my girlfriends to tell her what was going on. i was going to sleep in the park but her and her mum dragged me in and said there was no way that was going to happen.
so i guess that taking my phone was kind of a good thing, because i might have been raped in that park, or i could have been absolutely fine but who knows.
so, after that one night i went to mum's. i didn't really want to be there because i hate her and i hate her tosser of a boyfriend.
i was there for about 2 months but i started to get realy ill, a kidney infection, stomach problems, listlessness. not really bad but put them all together and dad took me for a blood test.
i hadn't really spoken to him in a month and a half. i was missing him so badly that whenever i spoke to him i cried after i put the phone down.
i was only at my mum's because it was closer to my girlfriend, and i thought that she was all i needed. i spent nearly all my time there, sleeping over all weekend and most school evenings i spent there aswell.
but now i don't suppose any of that is going to happen now, one because i am further away, but i can bike it. the biggests problems are that her dad is having students there. 3 students. so som, her brother, her dad and her mum will be in the same room while the 3 students have the other two rooms.
i really don't see why because he is doing it to get money to buy a bigger house but there is house is big enough for them all if it didn't have any students in!
but the other reason is that, yesterday i made people breakfast and cooked lunch and did all the washing up and i help pak and som with their homework. which means i don't get to much for myself in the way of school work.
som said i was a good housewife type. and while i was in the middle of my lunch kept asking me to get up and do things because she was reading the newspaper!
i am 15, that is not my life! i don't need to be a 30 year old yet!
but i tried really hard, i did everything they both asked [even though i am ill] and so i was completely knackered by the end of the day. [i might have anaemia]
and when i left a coke can on the table her dad was really stressed at me and she was being all ott about it. like i had been really messy and everything and i tried so hard. how many people cook in other peoples homes?!
and i had a lie in this weekend and then her dad was stressed all weekend about her and me not getting up. and i can't!
he hit her brother with the broom so that pak cried. i just don't understand why there is no freedom and no lee way there. it is all to his liking and no one else can change that.
i don't, and can't, live like that!
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
why do i bother?
i have had a less than great two weeks.
hannah moved out last week, yelling to dad to fuck off and disowning him, then after her fucking tantrums she moved back in two days later.
dad thinks that i can cope better than she can so he lets her get away with more stuff. like i was crying and i really felt sick and he just said go to school. hannah didn't even pretend to be ill and she said 'daddy, i-i-don't feel very well....' and he let her have the day off.
i haven't slept through stress and crying for two weeks, and on the way home i couldn't even walk properly and i wanted to cry, so som took me home with her and i slept round.
i was so shocked because they didn't accept me and her being together but then let me sleep over! it was so nice to be just doing normal things, no arguments and being with her, i slept so well and she beside me so i felt even better, to wake up and see her face.
but as soon as i got home though today hannah yell at me, and i just think, why do i bother coming home?
i know i haven't explained very well but i just don't have the energy.
hannah moved out last week, yelling to dad to fuck off and disowning him, then after her fucking tantrums she moved back in two days later.
dad thinks that i can cope better than she can so he lets her get away with more stuff. like i was crying and i really felt sick and he just said go to school. hannah didn't even pretend to be ill and she said 'daddy, i-i-don't feel very well....' and he let her have the day off.
i haven't slept through stress and crying for two weeks, and on the way home i couldn't even walk properly and i wanted to cry, so som took me home with her and i slept round.
i was so shocked because they didn't accept me and her being together but then let me sleep over! it was so nice to be just doing normal things, no arguments and being with her, i slept so well and she beside me so i felt even better, to wake up and see her face.
but as soon as i got home though today hannah yell at me, and i just think, why do i bother coming home?
i know i haven't explained very well but i just don't have the energy.
Friday, June 01, 2007
am i actually fat?
if i look at myself from mid tummy up i can believe i am pretty sometimes. i have alright hair if i style it for ages, and if i layer the make up i can look ok.
but i have a bump for a tummy and a huge butt and massive thighs.
i have done the dieting and exercising, i can do it in the summer, and i got to the weight i wanted but i cant seem to stick to it. i just put it all back on when something goes wrong...
i go to bed everynight wishing i was anorexic. most people might think that is weird but i wish it so badly.
when i am older i will probably have surgery, but will it make me happy? is it actually my body that is making me unhappy or is my own mind that is telling me the wrong things?
but i have a bump for a tummy and a huge butt and massive thighs.
i have done the dieting and exercising, i can do it in the summer, and i got to the weight i wanted but i cant seem to stick to it. i just put it all back on when something goes wrong...
i go to bed everynight wishing i was anorexic. most people might think that is weird but i wish it so badly.
when i am older i will probably have surgery, but will it make me happy? is it actually my body that is making me unhappy or is my own mind that is telling me the wrong things?
Thursday, May 24, 2007
missing something.....
i feel like i am missing something. something that is very important.
i know it sounds really stupid because i never met him, but i really miss jhon. to me he was just a good mate on the other end of msn. but without him there it seems like there is just a gap. there is so many 'whats ifs' and future things that would have happened but now they can't...........
i need him sometimes, just to talk to, even though he didn't say helpful things all the time, just to have someone to listen. someone that doesn't think they already know about my life. because although bex is great at listening, she knows a lot about my life, so she has ideas about it before i tell her. with someone that knows nothing about me, they don't prejudge me. they just listen and help or just listen.
and this past month me and som have been so distant, arguing all the time and never seeing each other. sometimes i just make arguments just to have an excuse to talk to her. because if i don't i won't hear her voice or hear her say she loves me.
the one person that i really need is the one person who i can't have, and who is making it ache so much. i would never stop this for one moment though.
it just feels like sometimes i don't want to see her because everytime i do i have to say goodbye again. i will though, obviously, i will just have to get used to the goodbyes....
i know it sounds really stupid because i never met him, but i really miss jhon. to me he was just a good mate on the other end of msn. but without him there it seems like there is just a gap. there is so many 'whats ifs' and future things that would have happened but now they can't...........
i need him sometimes, just to talk to, even though he didn't say helpful things all the time, just to have someone to listen. someone that doesn't think they already know about my life. because although bex is great at listening, she knows a lot about my life, so she has ideas about it before i tell her. with someone that knows nothing about me, they don't prejudge me. they just listen and help or just listen.
and this past month me and som have been so distant, arguing all the time and never seeing each other. sometimes i just make arguments just to have an excuse to talk to her. because if i don't i won't hear her voice or hear her say she loves me.
the one person that i really need is the one person who i can't have, and who is making it ache so much. i would never stop this for one moment though.
it just feels like sometimes i don't want to see her because everytime i do i have to say goodbye again. i will though, obviously, i will just have to get used to the goodbyes....
Sunday, May 20, 2007
fire
i shouldn't have done it but it so fucking good.
she had been asking for it for months, she kept calling me stupid and whispering behind my back because me and mum don't talk. mum gives her all the money and not me. she loves her more than me.
like it is any of her fucking business!
so she touched me one too many, pushed me one too many times. i felt it rise from my stomach like poison, it coursed round my body like fire.
i turned round and slapped her straight across the face, i have never hit anyone and it felt good. she fell against the sofa and her eyes showed the fear and amazment in them for a few seconds until she came at me. she hit me round the back of the head but so much was my anger that i didn't feel it, i didn't even flinch i just laughed at her. all the anger i had inflicted on myself i finally let go.
the fear in her eyes made me stronger, i was the one with the power. i held her by her throat and pushed her aginst the wall. told her to never fucking touch me again, looked at her standing there almost crying and shaking and i laughed.
i feel so sick, this is not me. i never hit and i never get angry.
she laughed at my arms and told me to try harder next time, try harder, i didn't get it right. told me that i didn't get all the way. so i grabbed her neck again and threw her. she tried to hit me but i caught her arm and pushed her back again. everytime she tried to get at me i just grabbed her and threw her.
i stood and stared at her, she tried to stare back but i had so much hate in my eyes she couldn't.
i went and showered all the anger away, i cried and was sick and i tried to wash away all the pain and anger and fire.
i have finger nail marks on my arm, the pain that came from them made me stronger, the more she hurt me the stronger i got.
she had been asking for it for months, she kept calling me stupid and whispering behind my back because me and mum don't talk. mum gives her all the money and not me. she loves her more than me.
like it is any of her fucking business!
so she touched me one too many, pushed me one too many times. i felt it rise from my stomach like poison, it coursed round my body like fire.
i turned round and slapped her straight across the face, i have never hit anyone and it felt good. she fell against the sofa and her eyes showed the fear and amazment in them for a few seconds until she came at me. she hit me round the back of the head but so much was my anger that i didn't feel it, i didn't even flinch i just laughed at her. all the anger i had inflicted on myself i finally let go.
the fear in her eyes made me stronger, i was the one with the power. i held her by her throat and pushed her aginst the wall. told her to never fucking touch me again, looked at her standing there almost crying and shaking and i laughed.
i feel so sick, this is not me. i never hit and i never get angry.
she laughed at my arms and told me to try harder next time, try harder, i didn't get it right. told me that i didn't get all the way. so i grabbed her neck again and threw her. she tried to hit me but i caught her arm and pushed her back again. everytime she tried to get at me i just grabbed her and threw her.
i stood and stared at her, she tried to stare back but i had so much hate in my eyes she couldn't.
i went and showered all the anger away, i cried and was sick and i tried to wash away all the pain and anger and fire.
i have finger nail marks on my arm, the pain that came from them made me stronger, the more she hurt me the stronger i got.
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
lies and betrayal
i don't know what to do. i know i say this a lot, but normally there is something i can try to do.
this time there is nothing, i love som so so much, i never ever want to lose her. but all this lying and sneaking around is beginning to get to me. i don't want to become a good liar and i don't want to be able to sneak around, they are bad things to get into.
i am not saying that i will stop doing it, because we have no choice, we love each other too much to not see eachother. but i just wish it was easier. i want to be able to love her and be accepted by her family, but i never will be.
all my family loves her and my dad would kill for her. he said so himself. but i won't ever have that with her family because they will never know me. i am not saying that i want it so bad, but it would be nice to be able to go round there and just say hi and for them to see that me and their daughter are happy together.
all this sneaking is just lie after lie. :(
this time there is nothing, i love som so so much, i never ever want to lose her. but all this lying and sneaking around is beginning to get to me. i don't want to become a good liar and i don't want to be able to sneak around, they are bad things to get into.
i am not saying that i will stop doing it, because we have no choice, we love each other too much to not see eachother. but i just wish it was easier. i want to be able to love her and be accepted by her family, but i never will be.
all my family loves her and my dad would kill for her. he said so himself. but i won't ever have that with her family because they will never know me. i am not saying that i want it so bad, but it would be nice to be able to go round there and just say hi and for them to see that me and their daughter are happy together.
all this sneaking is just lie after lie. :(
Tuesday, May 08, 2007
what happens now?
i was going to try and burn the scars of my arms today.
i have this really strong wart/ blister thing that literally burns the skin so the blister or wart thing dies. i tested it on my finger, it literally dies and the skin falls off in about 5 seconds, i was going to pour some on my arms but then i realised i might need more than a wet tissue and a couple of bandages, like normal. the scars from that wouldn't long purple lines.
the skin would die, and dad would find out so i put the bottle back in the cabinet and just went and sat in my room for a while, trying to calm down.
then i started wondering that if that stuff can kill tough skin on my hand, what would happen if i swallowed enough? it would burn and melt my throat.
so i wondered about should i throw it away because there are days when i want something like that so bad and now i have found it, do i have the strength to stop myself, pouring it over my arms, it would hurt like hell.
it would be like pouring acid all over me and watching my skin burn and die.
so, what should i do with it? hide it, never open the cabinet, throw it away?
i have this really strong wart/ blister thing that literally burns the skin so the blister or wart thing dies. i tested it on my finger, it literally dies and the skin falls off in about 5 seconds, i was going to pour some on my arms but then i realised i might need more than a wet tissue and a couple of bandages, like normal. the scars from that wouldn't long purple lines.
the skin would die, and dad would find out so i put the bottle back in the cabinet and just went and sat in my room for a while, trying to calm down.
then i started wondering that if that stuff can kill tough skin on my hand, what would happen if i swallowed enough? it would burn and melt my throat.
so i wondered about should i throw it away because there are days when i want something like that so bad and now i have found it, do i have the strength to stop myself, pouring it over my arms, it would hurt like hell.
it would be like pouring acid all over me and watching my skin burn and die.
so, what should i do with it? hide it, never open the cabinet, throw it away?
Sunday, May 06, 2007
i am not strong enough
the thing about dad when he gets drunk is that he can't judge time. he kept talking about mum and i really didn't want to talk about it just then. i was having a night away from some of the sit back home.
he wants me to talk to mum, he wants me ask her, 'why don't you fight for me?'
she never let me get close, i tired so many times, i hugged her and desperately wanted to be hugged back, i asked her questions about her life and i told her all about mine. but she laughed and turned away.
told me her illness was her fault, she regreted me.
does she really? does she regret having me, or does she regret not being able to love me? are they the same?
i don't want to go to her and bear my heart one more time, to open up completely because i know she won't fight for me, she won't stand by me. i don't want to hurt myself one more time because she won't be a part of my life. i am not strong enough yet to hear the words that i dread hearing.
for years me, dad and hannah had no choice but give in to her, 'im ill i can't go out, we can't go on holiday there its too far, i can't help you, i am too ill.' she lived with us we had no choice.
i have a choice now, i don't have to accept her answers anymore. everytime i used to ask she used to laugh and turn away.
i will not have that any longer, every time she turns away from me my heart rips a little more, i can feel it bleed inside my chest.
do i know what the answer is? am i scared of what i might hear?
i can go on hating her because it is easy, it is easy to hate someone for their faults, but harder to love them. i know she can never show me she loves me.
i also know she loves me somewhere deep down. i have no time for her breaking my heart repeatedly.
dad thinks that if i never get the answer i can't move on with my life and my entire life will be poisoned by her.
i will write her an email and if she doesn't reply then this is the last chance, i will not carry on fighting for someone like that.
you don't choose family, if she wasn't related i would have given up ages ago. but as she is my mother i have to try. i have to be the bigger person.
i hate being the bigger person, a few days before she left she was upstairs lying on the bed and i went up there, i didn't want to but dad said i had to try.
i went upstairs and i told her everything i could, i said the reason we were staying with dad wasn't because we didn't love her. we weren't leaving her.
she lay there smirking and saying sarcastic comments. she didn't really care about me, standing in front of her crying because my mum didn't want to talk to me, she was sorry for herself. she was pitying herself because she wanted us to let her do whatever she wanted, no emotion/ strings attached.
i cried myself to sleep, thinking that eventually, whatever dad says about her maybe finally opening up, i am going to get my heart broken the day i talk to her. because she won't talk to me, and she won't fight for me, and it will be the last time i ever speak to my mum.
he wants me to talk to mum, he wants me ask her, 'why don't you fight for me?'
she never let me get close, i tired so many times, i hugged her and desperately wanted to be hugged back, i asked her questions about her life and i told her all about mine. but she laughed and turned away.
told me her illness was her fault, she regreted me.
does she really? does she regret having me, or does she regret not being able to love me? are they the same?
i don't want to go to her and bear my heart one more time, to open up completely because i know she won't fight for me, she won't stand by me. i don't want to hurt myself one more time because she won't be a part of my life. i am not strong enough yet to hear the words that i dread hearing.
for years me, dad and hannah had no choice but give in to her, 'im ill i can't go out, we can't go on holiday there its too far, i can't help you, i am too ill.' she lived with us we had no choice.
i have a choice now, i don't have to accept her answers anymore. everytime i used to ask she used to laugh and turn away.
i will not have that any longer, every time she turns away from me my heart rips a little more, i can feel it bleed inside my chest.
do i know what the answer is? am i scared of what i might hear?
i can go on hating her because it is easy, it is easy to hate someone for their faults, but harder to love them. i know she can never show me she loves me.
i also know she loves me somewhere deep down. i have no time for her breaking my heart repeatedly.
dad thinks that if i never get the answer i can't move on with my life and my entire life will be poisoned by her.
i will write her an email and if she doesn't reply then this is the last chance, i will not carry on fighting for someone like that.
you don't choose family, if she wasn't related i would have given up ages ago. but as she is my mother i have to try. i have to be the bigger person.
i hate being the bigger person, a few days before she left she was upstairs lying on the bed and i went up there, i didn't want to but dad said i had to try.
i went upstairs and i told her everything i could, i said the reason we were staying with dad wasn't because we didn't love her. we weren't leaving her.
she lay there smirking and saying sarcastic comments. she didn't really care about me, standing in front of her crying because my mum didn't want to talk to me, she was sorry for herself. she was pitying herself because she wanted us to let her do whatever she wanted, no emotion/ strings attached.
i cried myself to sleep, thinking that eventually, whatever dad says about her maybe finally opening up, i am going to get my heart broken the day i talk to her. because she won't talk to me, and she won't fight for me, and it will be the last time i ever speak to my mum.
Friday, May 04, 2007
life line!
heya huni,
sorri about this.
it just i need to talk to someone and i trust you to listen properly and answer properly. i getting really upset about it, and i can't talk to her about it because it not her fault and she get upset.
you know charlotte fancied som? but she said she didn't.
●)¢нαяℓσттє(●) says:
i like u lke ldz
(●)¢нαяℓσттє(●) says:
its seems like more than a mate
som just send me that from her and charlotte conversation. i know it not som fault but she keep talking and talking about it and it really upset me. sometimes i think she flirt with her and lead her on but she don't realise she doing it. she is a natural flirt seriously.
but charlotte knows me and her are going out, so why does she keep trying to get som to like her. because no one would say something like that without wanting the whole thing would they? thats just logical.
i know it not fair to ask you but i really don't know what to do and you the only person i can trust and talk to.
i know som is love me but sometimes i don't think she realise how i am going to take it. she rang me up and was asking me what she should do about charlotte, saying she felt bad and talking about their conversation and giggling and stuff. it just makes my tummy feel like i being stabbed.
she is still thinking danielle fancying me, because danielle left love on my bebo and hugged me and keeps seeing me in the corridor. me and her were together in pe weren't we? but she not fancy me! she not even gay!
me and her just got better mate recently. so i not allowed to talk to people som don't know now? i don't get it, she said she is jeaous of my time with you coz we so close but she knows we not gonna go out or flirt so it ok.
is that too controlling do you think?
im so stuck! i could realli use some of that special bex-ness right now huni. sorri to moan for so long but you the closest person to me.
love ya xxx becky xxx
sorri about this.
it just i need to talk to someone and i trust you to listen properly and answer properly. i getting really upset about it, and i can't talk to her about it because it not her fault and she get upset.
you know charlotte fancied som? but she said she didn't.
●)¢нαяℓσттє(●) says:
i like u lke ldz
(●)¢нαяℓσттє(●) says:
its seems like more than a mate
som just send me that from her and charlotte conversation. i know it not som fault but she keep talking and talking about it and it really upset me. sometimes i think she flirt with her and lead her on but she don't realise she doing it. she is a natural flirt seriously.
but charlotte knows me and her are going out, so why does she keep trying to get som to like her. because no one would say something like that without wanting the whole thing would they? thats just logical.
i know it not fair to ask you but i really don't know what to do and you the only person i can trust and talk to.
i know som is love me but sometimes i don't think she realise how i am going to take it. she rang me up and was asking me what she should do about charlotte, saying she felt bad and talking about their conversation and giggling and stuff. it just makes my tummy feel like i being stabbed.
she is still thinking danielle fancying me, because danielle left love on my bebo and hugged me and keeps seeing me in the corridor. me and her were together in pe weren't we? but she not fancy me! she not even gay!
me and her just got better mate recently. so i not allowed to talk to people som don't know now? i don't get it, she said she is jeaous of my time with you coz we so close but she knows we not gonna go out or flirt so it ok.
is that too controlling do you think?
im so stuck! i could realli use some of that special bex-ness right now huni. sorri to moan for so long but you the closest person to me.
love ya xxx becky xxx
Wednesday, May 02, 2007
why?
i am feeling really quiet today. i don't think quiet is the right word, it more like completely tired and down. i not really sure why though.
i was trying to think about it, and i know i probably have a lot of stuff to be sad about:
**mum had an affair and moved out
**mum never talks to me, phones me, emails me, texts me, or bother to keep in touch at all.
**my dad can't get a job so the house is in jeopardy
and most of my past aswell.
i spose i kind of decided, yeah i have had a shit start to life, i also know there is more shit to come. so why am i so bothered? if thats all i focus on, then that is all i will be able to see. so why not focus on the good parts, and try to have more of them, then maybe the shit parts will kind of get erased.
som keeps getting obssesed with me being jealous, i get jealous realli easily normally, but as everyone fancies her i don't see the point anymore. i love her and i know she loves me. so why do i worry so much?
so at lunchtime she like walked arm in arm with charlotte [this girl who fancied som, and probably still does a bit, its obvious] then hugged her in front of me to try to get me jealous and act silly.
then she says'did you see that?'
of course i bloody well did!
she got realli stressed with me when i joked about flirting with other people, but she changed it for herself?
i not angry at her, although it sounds like that. i just realli upset that she thought it was funny to mess about with my feelings like that.
i got more in my head but i a bit stressed to write it all now.
i was trying to think about it, and i know i probably have a lot of stuff to be sad about:
**mum had an affair and moved out
**mum never talks to me, phones me, emails me, texts me, or bother to keep in touch at all.
**my dad can't get a job so the house is in jeopardy
and most of my past aswell.
i spose i kind of decided, yeah i have had a shit start to life, i also know there is more shit to come. so why am i so bothered? if thats all i focus on, then that is all i will be able to see. so why not focus on the good parts, and try to have more of them, then maybe the shit parts will kind of get erased.
som keeps getting obssesed with me being jealous, i get jealous realli easily normally, but as everyone fancies her i don't see the point anymore. i love her and i know she loves me. so why do i worry so much?
so at lunchtime she like walked arm in arm with charlotte [this girl who fancied som, and probably still does a bit, its obvious] then hugged her in front of me to try to get me jealous and act silly.
then she says'did you see that?'
of course i bloody well did!
she got realli stressed with me when i joked about flirting with other people, but she changed it for herself?
i not angry at her, although it sounds like that. i just realli upset that she thought it was funny to mess about with my feelings like that.
i got more in my head but i a bit stressed to write it all now.
Saturday, April 14, 2007
tearing me inside
i know its not anyones fault.
i tell myself the same thing everyday.
but i still think it. people are making this so difficult, why?! i can't see her at all hardly, it means everytime i talk to her on msn and on the phone it feels like someone is tearing my heart out of my chest and i can't breathe properly and i feel like crying and screaming 'why us?'
what have we done wrong? nothing.
i control my anger and i even take the blame and hurt for other people if i can see them smile. i would cut my own skin to shreds just so as not to hit my sister.
i have a breaking point, everyone does. how long do they think i can last? doing all this hiding and bleeding?
i tell myself the same thing everyday.
but i still think it. people are making this so difficult, why?! i can't see her at all hardly, it means everytime i talk to her on msn and on the phone it feels like someone is tearing my heart out of my chest and i can't breathe properly and i feel like crying and screaming 'why us?'
what have we done wrong? nothing.
i control my anger and i even take the blame and hurt for other people if i can see them smile. i would cut my own skin to shreds just so as not to hit my sister.
i have a breaking point, everyone does. how long do they think i can last? doing all this hiding and bleeding?
Thursday, April 12, 2007
i blame myself
som said something to me today. she said she tells me less when she is angry because i always say it is my fault and she is angry with me. she says it isn't me.
she laughed about it and said it doesn't matter though, but i get the feeling she was hinting, it was a bitter laugh.
like she wants to talk to me but she can't, and i know this sounds like i am blaming myself again, but this time it is me. i know i blame myself for a lot of things.
like my mum's illness, if i hadn't been born, if i hadn't shouted as a kid, i am excellent at making up reasons. but that is all they are, made up.
[except the reason i thought that was in the first place was because my mum blamed me, she said i wrecked her life, so i believed her until som and dad made me believe i am better person than that.]
i know deep down it isn't my fault, but i feel i deserve the blame.
i want her [som] to be able to talk to me and me not turn it selfishly into something that makes me feel bad, so i am going to stop blaming myself for everything and feeling sorry for myself and get on with my life.
she laughed about it and said it doesn't matter though, but i get the feeling she was hinting, it was a bitter laugh.
like she wants to talk to me but she can't, and i know this sounds like i am blaming myself again, but this time it is me. i know i blame myself for a lot of things.
like my mum's illness, if i hadn't been born, if i hadn't shouted as a kid, i am excellent at making up reasons. but that is all they are, made up.
[except the reason i thought that was in the first place was because my mum blamed me, she said i wrecked her life, so i believed her until som and dad made me believe i am better person than that.]
i know deep down it isn't my fault, but i feel i deserve the blame.
i want her [som] to be able to talk to me and me not turn it selfishly into something that makes me feel bad, so i am going to stop blaming myself for everything and feeling sorry for myself and get on with my life.
Monday, April 09, 2007
control it!!
i don't know whats happening to me.
i keep getting angry for no reason. i just don't get angry. i can control it. i almost hit my sister, i managed to stop myself.
she called me stupid for cutting my arms, she rolled her eyes and laughed at me, but not a fun laugh, a degrading laugh, meant to hurt. it reminded me of mum, laughing at my pain.
i looked after hannah when she was small, but i can't anymore. i can't look after her. she won't listen to anyone, she just keeps getting herself hurt, she is so fucking stubborn.
she doesn't understand what mum did to me. she can't.
i cut my arms because i hate arguing, thats why the first time this week. she was being so spiteful, she takes all her anger out on me. i can't handle it. i should really. i just want her to stop being stubborn, and to stop herself getting hurt.
some of the things she said realli hurt and i don't know whether she meant to do it.
no one understands what mum realli did to me.
when dad told her about my arms, she said it wasn't her responsibilty and she didn't care.
my head is all over the place, i can't write just now.
i wish when i was small someone had held me close, told me it was ok. i did that for them, they never realised what i felt, i never told them.
i keep getting angry for no reason. i just don't get angry. i can control it. i almost hit my sister, i managed to stop myself.
she called me stupid for cutting my arms, she rolled her eyes and laughed at me, but not a fun laugh, a degrading laugh, meant to hurt. it reminded me of mum, laughing at my pain.
i looked after hannah when she was small, but i can't anymore. i can't look after her. she won't listen to anyone, she just keeps getting herself hurt, she is so fucking stubborn.
she doesn't understand what mum did to me. she can't.
i cut my arms because i hate arguing, thats why the first time this week. she was being so spiteful, she takes all her anger out on me. i can't handle it. i should really. i just want her to stop being stubborn, and to stop herself getting hurt.
some of the things she said realli hurt and i don't know whether she meant to do it.
no one understands what mum realli did to me.
when dad told her about my arms, she said it wasn't her responsibilty and she didn't care.
my head is all over the place, i can't write just now.
i wish when i was small someone had held me close, told me it was ok. i did that for them, they never realised what i felt, i never told them.
Friday, April 06, 2007
r.i.p
he's gone. i never met him but we spoke on msn loads. i keep expecting him to log on and go 'hey, u ok?' but he won't.
its hard because i didn't meet him so to me no one has actually died, there is just emptyness and a lot of 'what ifs.' what if i had met him? what if me and som had grown up and i became his cousin? what if, what if, what if, they circle round and round in my head.
i tried to make her feel better. i think i did. i think i distracted her though rather than make it better.
i lost someone, but in a different way.
i don't know what to do. i want to take all her pain away and make it all better, but i don't want her to use me as a getaway, every time it begins to hurt, come to mine and hug and kiss and have sex to make it better, because that doesn't make it any easier. it just means she is ignoring the pain.
its hard because i didn't meet him so to me no one has actually died, there is just emptyness and a lot of 'what ifs.' what if i had met him? what if me and som had grown up and i became his cousin? what if, what if, what if, they circle round and round in my head.
i tried to make her feel better. i think i did. i think i distracted her though rather than make it better.
i lost someone, but in a different way.
i don't know what to do. i want to take all her pain away and make it all better, but i don't want her to use me as a getaway, every time it begins to hurt, come to mine and hug and kiss and have sex to make it better, because that doesn't make it any easier. it just means she is ignoring the pain.
guilty
the worst part of all this is that i know i will never stop, they tried to help, bex, som, dad, they tried.
but what they don't realise is that i want to. i want to see the blood. how can i stop when i want it?
a guilty and painful pleasure. the worst of it, they are the ones that feel the pain, not me.
maybe she won't notice.
maybe she won't feel the pain.
maybe i won't have to see the disappoint in her eyes as she runs her fingers gently across the scars and hangs her head.
but what they don't realise is that i want to. i want to see the blood. how can i stop when i want it?
a guilty and painful pleasure. the worst of it, they are the ones that feel the pain, not me.
maybe she won't notice.
maybe she won't feel the pain.
maybe i won't have to see the disappoint in her eyes as she runs her fingers gently across the scars and hangs her head.
i'm sorry
i couldn't help it. or maybe i don't have the energy?
as i took the broken glass and dragged it across my already scarred skin i felt better, seeing the bright red run out of my body made me feel better.
i normally only do little lines, i can hide those.
but seeing the first line if red, i wanted more, i needed more. dragging it over again and again i felt some of the pain and helplessness flood out of me. i was in control. i knew just what to do.
pain is what keeps me going. as i bleed i know i am alive.
then i remember som, guilt washed over me. how am i going to hide them from her? all the lines across my forearm? i can wear long sleeved shirts, dad and hannah won't know. but som will know. she will see the bandages.
what is my excuse? i don't have one. i am selfish, hurting myself is more important, even though it hurts her. is that it? i wish it wasn't but i suppose thats what i am. selfish.
as i took the broken glass and dragged it across my already scarred skin i felt better, seeing the bright red run out of my body made me feel better.
i normally only do little lines, i can hide those.
but seeing the first line if red, i wanted more, i needed more. dragging it over again and again i felt some of the pain and helplessness flood out of me. i was in control. i knew just what to do.
pain is what keeps me going. as i bleed i know i am alive.
then i remember som, guilt washed over me. how am i going to hide them from her? all the lines across my forearm? i can wear long sleeved shirts, dad and hannah won't know. but som will know. she will see the bandages.
what is my excuse? i don't have one. i am selfish, hurting myself is more important, even though it hurts her. is that it? i wish it wasn't but i suppose thats what i am. selfish.
Saturday, March 24, 2007
i sometimes wonder if i regret my life?
i thought about it for hours, lying awake at night with thoughts running round in my head, screaming at me.
i don't. i don't regret my life, it has got me where i am, and why i think that where i am right now isn't all that good, it is survivable. i can get through it.
i have had so much happen to me, yeah its been shit, yeah i once thought that being road kill was the answer, but i'm not dead. and i won't be anytime soon.
if i hadn't been through everything i have, would i love and trust som as much as i do? by watching relationships fall apart and see what the problems do, little things, i now know what not to do.
i trust her, she lied to me, but when she told me the truth i didn't question it, i immediately took it as the truth. should i have asked more question? why did i trust her after being lied to once?
i love her. i know it sounds so simple and soppy, but thats the answer.
she did it because she loves me, and i will always trust her, whatever happens.
i worry about her. so so much. what can i do to help? her brother doesn't do anything, he never helps out, but he doesn't get in trouble. she does.
she over works herself, i think she might be trying to prover herself to her parents, but she does so much. he just doesn't see it. i get so scared that one day she won't be able to handle it anymore. i want to take all the pain away and carry it for her, lock it away in my heart, so hers doesn't hurt.
i would be hit every evening for the rest of my life if it meant she wouldn't be. if she could get away and get happier life i would give up anything. i'd lose my sight, i'd lose my hearing if it meant she could get happy.
but i know that i can't make a deal like that. because who would there be to make the deal with?
if someone stood before me now, and said to me, i can stop her hurting and being so alone, but you have to give me part of you everday. i wouldn't hesitate, i would say yes.
if they said, you or her? i would gladly die if it meant she should live.
she deserves so much more than she has now, she deserves the respect she never gets now, she deserves someone to love her unconditionally and against everything, she deserves a family that love her. whether that means making her own, or this one realises what they have.
i thought about it for hours, lying awake at night with thoughts running round in my head, screaming at me.
i don't. i don't regret my life, it has got me where i am, and why i think that where i am right now isn't all that good, it is survivable. i can get through it.
i have had so much happen to me, yeah its been shit, yeah i once thought that being road kill was the answer, but i'm not dead. and i won't be anytime soon.
if i hadn't been through everything i have, would i love and trust som as much as i do? by watching relationships fall apart and see what the problems do, little things, i now know what not to do.
i trust her, she lied to me, but when she told me the truth i didn't question it, i immediately took it as the truth. should i have asked more question? why did i trust her after being lied to once?
i love her. i know it sounds so simple and soppy, but thats the answer.
she did it because she loves me, and i will always trust her, whatever happens.
i worry about her. so so much. what can i do to help? her brother doesn't do anything, he never helps out, but he doesn't get in trouble. she does.
she over works herself, i think she might be trying to prover herself to her parents, but she does so much. he just doesn't see it. i get so scared that one day she won't be able to handle it anymore. i want to take all the pain away and carry it for her, lock it away in my heart, so hers doesn't hurt.
i would be hit every evening for the rest of my life if it meant she wouldn't be. if she could get away and get happier life i would give up anything. i'd lose my sight, i'd lose my hearing if it meant she could get happy.
but i know that i can't make a deal like that. because who would there be to make the deal with?
if someone stood before me now, and said to me, i can stop her hurting and being so alone, but you have to give me part of you everday. i wouldn't hesitate, i would say yes.
if they said, you or her? i would gladly die if it meant she should live.
she deserves so much more than she has now, she deserves the respect she never gets now, she deserves someone to love her unconditionally and against everything, she deserves a family that love her. whether that means making her own, or this one realises what they have.
Sunday, February 18, 2007
love you
i just felt so happy that day.
she ha been having a rough time and she was shattered so she was lying in my arms and she looked so gorgeous and peaceful. i just wish i could have stayed there and held her for as long as she needed me.
she ha been having a rough time and she was shattered so she was lying in my arms and she looked so gorgeous and peaceful. i just wish i could have stayed there and held her for as long as she needed me.
what are friends for!
its just one thing after another.
tom broke up with hana, and then tom and bex (hana's step sis) go out. hana and tom weren't even in love. but there was this massive argument, and tom and bex both asked me to help and get involved, but now i am the only one who is going to get in the face!
i was trying to ask hana to forgive bex and tom, but tasha was slaggin everyone off, but tasha is safe because she can run off. she is playing bex though, she called bex a cunt and bex still is friends, so after bex and tom asked me to get involved they have now both run off and stayed safe but i got stuck in the middle now so i am gonna get slaughtered on monday.
now i love bex and tom but they won't stick up for me, i am not going to ask them either.
i let myself get involved i could have said no i don't want to be in the middle, but what sort of friend would i be? they are more important than me.
at the moment that feels one sided though. so i am not biking tomorrow, i am going to leave early and go on my own, i am not going to risk it.
tom broke up with hana, and then tom and bex (hana's step sis) go out. hana and tom weren't even in love. but there was this massive argument, and tom and bex both asked me to help and get involved, but now i am the only one who is going to get in the face!
i was trying to ask hana to forgive bex and tom, but tasha was slaggin everyone off, but tasha is safe because she can run off. she is playing bex though, she called bex a cunt and bex still is friends, so after bex and tom asked me to get involved they have now both run off and stayed safe but i got stuck in the middle now so i am gonna get slaughtered on monday.
now i love bex and tom but they won't stick up for me, i am not going to ask them either.
i let myself get involved i could have said no i don't want to be in the middle, but what sort of friend would i be? they are more important than me.
at the moment that feels one sided though. so i am not biking tomorrow, i am going to leave early and go on my own, i am not going to risk it.
Monday, February 12, 2007
do i deserve this?
i keep getting bad luck it seems, so have i actually done anything wrong or to deserve this? or is it just bad luck?
i have done almost everything right! i have kept the house going, i have been strong and i have been all caring and good when all i realli want to do is curl up and cry and never go outside again.
i deserve something for me, surely! just something to go right!
hannah is always getting new things and she had her massive shopping trip, but i don't want loads of new things and i only want my money back because i hate having lost things! i don't want loads of 'stuff' i just want to be able to get up in the morning and be ok.
i am so sick of all this!
i have done almost everything right! i have kept the house going, i have been strong and i have been all caring and good when all i realli want to do is curl up and cry and never go outside again.
i deserve something for me, surely! just something to go right!
hannah is always getting new things and she had her massive shopping trip, but i don't want loads of new things and i only want my money back because i hate having lost things! i don't want loads of 'stuff' i just want to be able to get up in the morning and be ok.
i am so sick of all this!
Sunday, February 11, 2007
love
lying in the shower, i feel empty, i have such a difficult couple of months. i want to cry so badly but i don't want to admit it to myself. i don't want to think so much i am hurting inside, people depend on me, don't they, to stay strong. or is it just me not wanting to admit i can cry?
i have a sinking feeling that it is only me being my closed up self.
as i was sitting in the bath with the boiling water burning my back i got thinking, what is love?
so then i was trying to come up with an answer, then i remembered the day me and som were walking down the street and i was watching her just walking in front of me, and i had this smile on my face and a warm, snuggly feeling in my tummy. i think that is what love is:
(1) you feel complete when you see that person living
(2) they make you feel safe (like when i slept in her arms)
(3) you can talk about your future and important things together and know they will happen.
i have a lot of things to explain, a headful of thoughts but i can't write them today for some reason, it's my heart, it is aching to see my gorgeous sxc babes, which i can't properly for days.
it is like i have never actually lived with her, but i can't live without her.
i don't want her to think i am depending on her and being all clingy and stupid though.
i have a sinking feeling that it is only me being my closed up self.
as i was sitting in the bath with the boiling water burning my back i got thinking, what is love?
so then i was trying to come up with an answer, then i remembered the day me and som were walking down the street and i was watching her just walking in front of me, and i had this smile on my face and a warm, snuggly feeling in my tummy. i think that is what love is:
(1) you feel complete when you see that person living
(2) they make you feel safe (like when i slept in her arms)
(3) you can talk about your future and important things together and know they will happen.
i have a lot of things to explain, a headful of thoughts but i can't write them today for some reason, it's my heart, it is aching to see my gorgeous sxc babes, which i can't properly for days.
it is like i have never actually lived with her, but i can't live without her.
i don't want her to think i am depending on her and being all clingy and stupid though.
Saturday, February 10, 2007
thats it!! how can she do this!!
this time it has gone too far.
dad got a loan for £10,000, or a little less. anyways, but half of it went to him and half to mum. we would pay it all back, and mum was going to give us the half back to clear the debts on the house. if she doesn't do this the house will be taken away and me and dad will be homeless.
but when she gave the cheque to hannah, it wasn't signed, we thought it was just a mistake. but when dad asked for her signature, she said, grinning, 'you keep my car, i keep your money.'
it isn't even her car! my nanny, dad's mum, bought it!
so she has forced us to give her a car otherwise we will lose the house. we will have to live with nanny.
how can she do that, blackmail us, car or be homeless!?? she has lost the plot, she has completely given in to the poison and to steve. it's him behind her, mostly her though. she blames dad for absolutely everything in their marriage that went wrong.
it was her who wouldn't fight to get better, who had all the affairs.
dad got a loan for £10,000, or a little less. anyways, but half of it went to him and half to mum. we would pay it all back, and mum was going to give us the half back to clear the debts on the house. if she doesn't do this the house will be taken away and me and dad will be homeless.
but when she gave the cheque to hannah, it wasn't signed, we thought it was just a mistake. but when dad asked for her signature, she said, grinning, 'you keep my car, i keep your money.'
it isn't even her car! my nanny, dad's mum, bought it!
so she has forced us to give her a car otherwise we will lose the house. we will have to live with nanny.
how can she do that, blackmail us, car or be homeless!?? she has lost the plot, she has completely given in to the poison and to steve. it's him behind her, mostly her though. she blames dad for absolutely everything in their marriage that went wrong.
it was her who wouldn't fight to get better, who had all the affairs.
Friday, February 09, 2007
feeling better
ever since i admitted to myself that i am not ok and i have let myself cry and let myself have some time off, i feel really good. not perfect obviously, but i feel like i am no longer pretending and i can feel.
the other night i slept the most i have slept in months, i spoke to som on the phone before going to sleep then i hugged her jumper and bear to me and i could smell her smell, it was like after i had let all the stress and tension out i was completely exhausted.
i normally feel lonely at night, it is like i have never actually with my bbz all night but i can't sleep without her either. i know that doesn't make sense.
but speaking to her before going to sleep made me ok, it was as if her voice stayed with me and i could smell her aswell she seemed so close.
the other night i slept the most i have slept in months, i spoke to som on the phone before going to sleep then i hugged her jumper and bear to me and i could smell her smell, it was like after i had let all the stress and tension out i was completely exhausted.
i normally feel lonely at night, it is like i have never actually with my bbz all night but i can't sleep without her either. i know that doesn't make sense.
but speaking to her before going to sleep made me ok, it was as if her voice stayed with me and i could smell her aswell she seemed so close.
Thursday, February 08, 2007
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
why me?
i have been off school for tuesday and wednesday and i am probably going to stay off the rest of the week aswell.
i just woke up tuesday and thought, i can't do this anymore, i am sick of pretending i am ok and none of this is effecting me.'
i am not sleeping very well, i mean, i am asleep for 7- 8 hours but i don't wake up recharged or refrsehed at all.
there are some army soldiers that can survive on an hour of sleep. the brain is capable of recharging itself in 30 minutes, if it has the right sleep. it is a psychological thing. i am so stressed i can not switch off completely.
i have spent the last two days tidying the house from top to bottom, i have done a ridiculous amount of stuff. but i don't mind i actually found it quite calming.
loud music, check
me singing out of tune and at top volume, check
house spangly, check
it was like getting out of my usual routine and having a break. seeing the house clean after all the chaos that has been our lives for the last two months was like a breath of fresh air.
i realised why i have taken on this role of house keeper, my mum has gone so i am the only 'woman of the house' person. for most of my life i have had to act that little bit older than i should be.
when i was about 6, mum and dad were having one of their worst ever arguments, they were downstairs throwing eachother against the wall. things were smashing and breaking and they were screaming.
i really wanted protecting and i really wanted to cry but i knew i couldn't, because i had my little sister in my arms, so when i should have been acting like the child i was i had to grow up and take care of someone else.
when they were arguing i normally had to step in and calm them down and stop them.
when i was 8 instead of being a kid i was looking after other peoples kids. after school would come home only to have to do another job until 6.30. so my day started at 6.30am and ended at 6.30pm. then i would have to do my chores, so it is now 7.00pm. so me time for shower, wind down time etc is about an hour and half.
so holidays are i couldn't go out or have people round cause of the kids.
now i have a different type of responsibilty,, looking after kids wasn't enough i now have the responsibility of the house.
sometimes i just wish i was a kid again, i wanna be carefree and play all day. something i didn't have all that much of.
i just woke up tuesday and thought, i can't do this anymore, i am sick of pretending i am ok and none of this is effecting me.'
i am not sleeping very well, i mean, i am asleep for 7- 8 hours but i don't wake up recharged or refrsehed at all.
there are some army soldiers that can survive on an hour of sleep. the brain is capable of recharging itself in 30 minutes, if it has the right sleep. it is a psychological thing. i am so stressed i can not switch off completely.
i have spent the last two days tidying the house from top to bottom, i have done a ridiculous amount of stuff. but i don't mind i actually found it quite calming.
loud music, check
me singing out of tune and at top volume, check
house spangly, check
it was like getting out of my usual routine and having a break. seeing the house clean after all the chaos that has been our lives for the last two months was like a breath of fresh air.
i realised why i have taken on this role of house keeper, my mum has gone so i am the only 'woman of the house' person. for most of my life i have had to act that little bit older than i should be.
when i was about 6, mum and dad were having one of their worst ever arguments, they were downstairs throwing eachother against the wall. things were smashing and breaking and they were screaming.
i really wanted protecting and i really wanted to cry but i knew i couldn't, because i had my little sister in my arms, so when i should have been acting like the child i was i had to grow up and take care of someone else.
when they were arguing i normally had to step in and calm them down and stop them.
when i was 8 instead of being a kid i was looking after other peoples kids. after school would come home only to have to do another job until 6.30. so my day started at 6.30am and ended at 6.30pm. then i would have to do my chores, so it is now 7.00pm. so me time for shower, wind down time etc is about an hour and half.
so holidays are i couldn't go out or have people round cause of the kids.
now i have a different type of responsibilty,, looking after kids wasn't enough i now have the responsibility of the house.
sometimes i just wish i was a kid again, i wanna be carefree and play all day. something i didn't have all that much of.
why me?
i have been off school for tuesday and wednesday and i am probably going to stay off the rest of the week aswell.
i just woke up tuesday and thought, i can't do this anymore, i am sick of pretending i am ok and none of this is effecting me.'
i am not sleeping very well, i mean, i am asleep for 7- 8 hours but i don't wake up recharged or refrsehed at all.
there are some army soldiers that can survive on an hour of sleep. the brain is capable of recharging itself in 30 minutes, if it has the right sleep. it is a psychological thing. i am so stressed i can not switch off completely.
i have spent the last two days tidying the house from top to bottom, i have done a ridiculous amount of stuff. but i don't mind i actually found it quite calming.
loud music, check
me singing out of tune and at top volume, check
house spangly, check
it was like getting out of my usual routine and having a break. seeing the house clean after all the chaos that has been our lives for the last two months was like a breath of fresh air.
i realised why i have taken on this role of house keeper, my mum has gone so i am the only 'woman of the house' person. for most of my life i have had to act that little bit older than i should be.
when i was about 6, mum and dad were having one of their worst ever arguments, they were downstairs throwing eachother against the wall. things were smashing and breaking and they were screaming.
i really wanted protecting and i really wanted to cry but i knew i couldn't, because i had my little sister in my arms, so when i should have been acting like the child i was i had to grow up and take care of someone else.
when they were arguing i normally had to step in and calm them down and stop them.
when i was 8 instead of being a kid i was looking after other peoples kids. after school would come home only to have to do another job until 6.30. so my day started at 6.30am and ended at 6.30pm. then i would have to do my chores, so it is now 7.00pm. so me time for shower, wind down time etc is about an hour and half.
so holidays are i couldn't go out or have people round cause of the kids.
now i have a different type of responsibilty,, looking after kids wasn't enough i now have the responsibility of the house.
sometimes i just wish i was a kid again, i wanna be carefree and play all day. something i didn't have all that much of.
i just woke up tuesday and thought, i can't do this anymore, i am sick of pretending i am ok and none of this is effecting me.'
i am not sleeping very well, i mean, i am asleep for 7- 8 hours but i don't wake up recharged or refrsehed at all.
there are some army soldiers that can survive on an hour of sleep. the brain is capable of recharging itself in 30 minutes, if it has the right sleep. it is a psychological thing. i am so stressed i can not switch off completely.
i have spent the last two days tidying the house from top to bottom, i have done a ridiculous amount of stuff. but i don't mind i actually found it quite calming.
loud music, check
me singing out of tune and at top volume, check
house spangly, check
it was like getting out of my usual routine and having a break. seeing the house clean after all the chaos that has been our lives for the last two months was like a breath of fresh air.
i realised why i have taken on this role of house keeper, my mum has gone so i am the only 'woman of the house' person. for most of my life i have had to act that little bit older than i should be.
when i was about 6, mum and dad were having one of their worst ever arguments, they were downstairs throwing eachother against the wall. things were smashing and breaking and they were screaming.
i really wanted protecting and i really wanted to cry but i knew i couldn't, because i had my little sister in my arms, so when i should have been acting like the child i was i had to grow up and take care of someone else.
when they were arguing i normally had to step in and calm them down and stop them.
when i was 8 instead of being a kid i was looking after other peoples kids. after school would come home only to have to do another job until 6.30. so my day started at 6.30am and ended at 6.30pm. then i would have to do my chores, so it is now 7.00pm. so me time for shower, wind down time etc is about an hour and half.
so holidays are i couldn't go out or have people round cause of the kids.
now i have a different type of responsibilty,, looking after kids wasn't enough i now have the responsibility of the house.
sometimes i just wish i was a kid again, i wanna be carefree and play all day. something i didn't have all that much of.
Sunday, February 04, 2007
how much more!?
i was being selfish on saturday night, again, som was ill but she still came round mine. i should have said no, don't come round. but i was really missing her, i was feeling so cold and empty. i feel so scared, as if the more time i spend without her the more i will never see her again. because it feels like lately i keep losing things, everything is falling away.
so when it was time for her to go i was holding her shirt so tight i have marks from my fingernails in my palms.
but we eventually got half way to hers, i just felt so small and lost, i had been crying all the way. with evey pedal i took and the closer my bike took me to her house fresh tears threatened to fall. i just braked in the middle of the road, i just sat there, completely still, tears making my face shine in the dim light and my fingers slowly getting colder.
she must have known what i was thinking, just like a year ago, on that busy main road. she dragged both our bikes onto the path and pulled me along too and then i was just standing there with her refusing to let go of my coat and then she just held on really tight and i just felt so lost.
when she said, 'i love you'
i couldn't even trust my throat to talk it took me ages to say it back, not because i didn't love her, she will never understand how much i love her. i am not good with words, so i am bad at showing it but i feel it so much that sometimes i feel so full of love i could burst.
i kept just crying and crying in her arms and when i got home, i am so lucky and i am so scared everyday that it isn't true and i will wake up from this wonderful dream.
i'm losing
i haven't written anything down in a while, i keep talking to people so there is no need. but i can see now that i made a mistake. people don't really want to hear it. it hurts and its bad so why would they? why would anyone want to focus on that?!
i can remember what it was like when i was small. mum wasn't always like this. she used to be fun most of the time.
as always the bad memories stick though, i can remember when i was 2 or 3, and hannah was newly born and she was upstairs asleep. it was a rare moment that i spent with mum alone now. we were concentrating on my education. she was tired and i so desperately wanted to impress her, but she was in one of her moods. she was teaching me to write my name, one letter at a time. for some reason i simply couldn't get the 'e' right. i kept writing it backwards.
however hard i tried i couldn't do it, i don't know why. i could feel mum getting more and frustrated beside me and losing patience. she snatched the pencil from my fingers and wrote it for the tenth time, before throwing the pencil down.
i tried to do it right, i held the pencil tightly and concentrated hard but my mind was all over the place and i was in such a panic. i got it wrong again, i could feel beside me the anger.
she threw the pencil away against the wall and started shouting. i didn't know what to do and held on the side of my chair, almost wetting myself with panic and fright.
finally i suppose she just lost it, she smacked me across the side of my head with the flat of her hand, i wasn't ready for it and went flying off the chair and was sprawled across the floor.
she didn't hit me often, if at all realli. i think that was just a rare occurance.
it was a little before this she has been subscribed to seroxat.
i can remember what it was like when i was small. mum wasn't always like this. she used to be fun most of the time.
as always the bad memories stick though, i can remember when i was 2 or 3, and hannah was newly born and she was upstairs asleep. it was a rare moment that i spent with mum alone now. we were concentrating on my education. she was tired and i so desperately wanted to impress her, but she was in one of her moods. she was teaching me to write my name, one letter at a time. for some reason i simply couldn't get the 'e' right. i kept writing it backwards.
however hard i tried i couldn't do it, i don't know why. i could feel mum getting more and frustrated beside me and losing patience. she snatched the pencil from my fingers and wrote it for the tenth time, before throwing the pencil down.
i tried to do it right, i held the pencil tightly and concentrated hard but my mind was all over the place and i was in such a panic. i got it wrong again, i could feel beside me the anger.
she threw the pencil away against the wall and started shouting. i didn't know what to do and held on the side of my chair, almost wetting myself with panic and fright.
finally i suppose she just lost it, she smacked me across the side of my head with the flat of her hand, i wasn't ready for it and went flying off the chair and was sprawled across the floor.
she didn't hit me often, if at all realli. i think that was just a rare occurance.
it was a little before this she has been subscribed to seroxat.
Tuesday, January 09, 2007
i hate her
my mum is screwing my life a million times over. she won't pay my dad any maintenance for me or my sister, she thinks it is like once she has left the house she can leave everything else behind aswell. she can't! hannah is alright, she can go to mum's and have a hot bath and hot meals, me and dad are gonna have empty cupboards and we already have no hot water and loads of debts, all hers.
she has problems, i know, she is mentally ill. but why should i keep putting my emotions and my life on hold for her!
she has problems, i know, she is mentally ill. but why should i keep putting my emotions and my life on hold for her!
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