I'm ready.
My brother came by today to speak to me. About some bullshit. You know what? I'm tired of being a part of this piece of SHIT family. Ya'know. I used to be ALLLL about family and if much family doesn't care then why should I? Please help me in what I'm supposed to do vs. what I'm actually doing because this is complete shit. All this bullshit I'm over it. Get your own fucking priorities straight and get out of my life. Because YOU ALL trying to effect him IS NOT effecting him. It's effecting me. I hope you know my anxiety is through the roof and you're not helping me at all. You all think I'm soooo miserable in my life with him? I'm actually fucking happy and think... no I KNOW I'm with a person that I love. Please tell me how none of you are actually happy with your fucking lives so you have to terrorize mine? Sure no one likes him. I get it. Get fucking over it. Count down the days of how long it'll be Til we leave. Go ahead. The faster you ALL cooperate and keep your mouth shut, the faster it'll be for me to leave. YOURE KILLING OUR MOTHER WITH YOUR BULLSHIT. Moms not gonna be the middle man anymore. Get over yourself and fucking stop hiding behind her. I'm sorry you all are supposed to be grown and you're acting like teenagers. I'm tired of this family and I'm tired of this drama because literally no one will listen to anyone but themselves. I. Am. Over. It. I'm leaving this family and not looking back. I'm sad to say that I'm ashamed to be a Torres because what my father taught me was being a Torres is to be honest and to communicate with your family. I don't have a family anymore. I have no last name from here on out. I'm tired of crying because my family troubles haunt me at night. I'm tired of my family passing hatred. I'm tired of staying up at night crying because I am not over my father's death. It makes me sad to think that I have a man that loves me and a son who loves me unconditionally and I still want to kill MYSELF because my "family" doesn't love me. I'm. Just. Tired. Of. Crying. Over. A. Broken. Family. I dream of a family that actually loves each other like we once did. I do not want to wake up. I want to leave and never come back.
