And I know I yell alot around this house. Why? Because everyone in this family has an angermanagement problem, and this is what I grew up around. I don’t blame you guys, I blame myself for following your footsteps. I blame myself for everything and anything. I’m not succeeding in school, I’m not well educated, my parttime job sucks, I owe people so much money, I quit everything I start, and honestly in reality I gave up years ago. 


 One thing I’m wishing for next week on those “wishing stars” is for happiness, again. Please, let me see that I do belong here. Please, I just want everything back. It’s way too much to ask for anything.

I miss being beaten up by family members, I miss the smack to the face, the punches the kicks. Words hurt more than actions. I belong in a jail cell, not in this environment. I don’t belong in this family, I don’t fit in. My family members are better than me, they see nothing in me. They have no hope or pride in me, and I completely understand. 

I’m that girl, that takes up too much space in this world. I’m the girl no one will notice once she’s gone. I’m that girl.