I bet if I wasn’t so anxious/socially anxious/prone to panic, I’d be something by now. I’d have a good job and I’d be out of here.
BUT, even at the time that I could definitely afford to leave, there’s absolutely no way I’d even think about leaving my siblings and mum here with my dad. I mean... fuck, he’s the worst person I know and the only person (besides myself) that I hate; but he’s still a human and he’s trying to be good (well... he says he is), and I wouldn’t feel right leaving this hellhole without him. I can’t even stand being in the same room as him, but he deserves a good life, too. Everyone does, whether you forgive them or not y’know? Everyone’s just trying to get by.
And I’m sure my dad is just as desperate to get out of here as the rest of us are... even though we’re mostly just trying to get away from HIM.
















