I might aswell be dead.

I clean because I hate my mum. I hate her for barging into my dads apartment and fucking everything up. I clean because I hate my dad for being a traitor. He’s out having a meal with her right now. I clean because my brothers off the rail and I get the blame because my mum tells everyone I abuse him. I clean because the school and everyone in it are interferring bastard. I clean because it stops me from kicking the chair and letting it all end.

And not knowing how they got there or how to get them off.

No, I’d always accepted that my parents were dysfunctional. Together, but fucked up. I always imagined them old and in their rocking chairs arguing and hating eachother, but being together. You can’t just throw away 16 years of being together. You just don’t do that. After 16 years you stop being able to walk away. You make it work no matter what, right? No, my dad DOESN’T live in a cramped apartment full of weed and alcohol. He doesn’t. No my mum isn’t on her own, acting single, promiscuous, not with my dad. No. I’m not part of a broken family. I’m NOT. I swear. One day ill wake up and this will all have been a dream. It will.

I love you. I’m in love with you. I swear. We’re gonna be together for ever. I know we are. Stay with me till the end of time, okay?

I think my girlfriend loves her more than she loves me. I hate periods. Fml moodswings.