1_21Guns
November 27th, 2010, 09:31 PM
had kinda swore I was going to stop whining on here because everyone elses life is probably far worse and I should just shut up and get on with it, but yeah.
my mum's drunk, came pouring out with more random truths she'd never tell me sober.
she dragged me into her room and went on at me for a whole hour,
these rants have included me discovering a few things;
when her parents were still together, my grandad created hiding places in the celler for hidden bank accounts, she found them.
when she was pregnant with me, my auntie tried to kill her, and my grandma for that matter.
also just found out my dad tried to get into my auntie.
speaking of my mum and dad, i've mentioned this before but I was undoubtably a very bad accident, to the point the condom split.
list drags on a while and has escaped me, seeing as it's been discovered over a few years, contrast with a few weeks it's hard to remember, particularily when it's things you'd rather forget.
then when she'd finished going on about the past, she proceded to go on about my auntie being a whore, my dad being a twat, my real grandad being a manwhore, my grandma never forgiving my uncle, my step-grandad coming off antidepressants and the fact christmas is going to go to complete shit, that mine and her head is going to be cabagged all xmas because we'll have to pretend everythings okay as usual and blaaaaaaaaaaah.
frankly, when the optomist of the family says it's all going to go to shit, it's most likey going to shit.
nothing I say on here is going to change that though, so I may aswell stop whining, this was pointless.
don't know, needed to get it out.
worst bit is that's not even half of it.
frankly it's making me wish I was dead, Christmas always does, always has.
I'm 16 in two days, couldn't care less.
My parents broke up 2 years ago on 3rd December, fuck knows what's gonna happen that day.
In all honesty, I often find myself wondering why my suicide attempts have always failed, either I've never had the guts, or what it did simply didn't work.
I just never fucking die and I'm everyones fucking punching bag.
I can't move away anytime soon, and it's all I fucking want to do.
I'm nothing like them, I don't belong there.
She keeps going on I'm just like him, and it actually makes me wish I was dead.
Wish I'd never been born.
I always seem to get in the way, cause a problem, fuck everything up for both myself and the people I love.
Be quite happy to just fade away right now, but as per fucking usual,
nothing fucking works.
don't know, don't care, can't be arsed.
I sound so pathetic, don't even know if I'm going to bother pressing submit at the end of this pointless rant which anyone who has the patience to read, I feel sorry for you.
Really, everything is so much worse for others, there's much worse going on and I've escaped the worst of what I was going through, yet here I am still whining like it's still happening.
Nightmares won't kill me.
Flashbacks won't kill me.
Yet I still sit and whine as though it's the end of the world.
Seriously, I'm pointless, useless, I do no good anymore.
I don't know why I'm still here, but I'm damn sure I shouldn't be.
I've been playing strong, because everyone needs me to be, but I'm not.
It's shown through recently, the sudden moodswings, insomnia, snapping, screaming.
Why am I not dead yet?
I'm quite possibly the most unlucky (in terms of my parents) child ever.
There was the smallest chance on this earth I could've been born, yet I was.
Seriously. Why?
What's the bloody chances eyy?
I don't have the energy or drive to try and kill myself mostly, nor do I have it to live tbf.
Everything feels so pointless, at times I know what I want, then others I just sit and think what the fuck am I doing.
I'm that stuck in a dead end routine, I can't bare to break away.
I can't stand change.
I stare at the house everytime I go past, I stare into the car everytime I see it.
I really am just the numb child he described me as.
Too stupid to let go, too stupid to sort myself out.
Lifes overrated, seriously overrated.
And once again I'm sat whining about next to nothing.
I'm just going to shut up now, this post is going to be a mile long and I have no idea about what I've said.
Oh well.
If you did bother to sit and read all that, sorry for making you read such a pointless post.
Just kill me.
Fed up.
my mum's drunk, came pouring out with more random truths she'd never tell me sober.
she dragged me into her room and went on at me for a whole hour,
these rants have included me discovering a few things;
when her parents were still together, my grandad created hiding places in the celler for hidden bank accounts, she found them.
when she was pregnant with me, my auntie tried to kill her, and my grandma for that matter.
also just found out my dad tried to get into my auntie.
speaking of my mum and dad, i've mentioned this before but I was undoubtably a very bad accident, to the point the condom split.
list drags on a while and has escaped me, seeing as it's been discovered over a few years, contrast with a few weeks it's hard to remember, particularily when it's things you'd rather forget.
then when she'd finished going on about the past, she proceded to go on about my auntie being a whore, my dad being a twat, my real grandad being a manwhore, my grandma never forgiving my uncle, my step-grandad coming off antidepressants and the fact christmas is going to go to complete shit, that mine and her head is going to be cabagged all xmas because we'll have to pretend everythings okay as usual and blaaaaaaaaaaah.
frankly, when the optomist of the family says it's all going to go to shit, it's most likey going to shit.
nothing I say on here is going to change that though, so I may aswell stop whining, this was pointless.
don't know, needed to get it out.
worst bit is that's not even half of it.
frankly it's making me wish I was dead, Christmas always does, always has.
I'm 16 in two days, couldn't care less.
My parents broke up 2 years ago on 3rd December, fuck knows what's gonna happen that day.
In all honesty, I often find myself wondering why my suicide attempts have always failed, either I've never had the guts, or what it did simply didn't work.
I just never fucking die and I'm everyones fucking punching bag.
I can't move away anytime soon, and it's all I fucking want to do.
I'm nothing like them, I don't belong there.
She keeps going on I'm just like him, and it actually makes me wish I was dead.
Wish I'd never been born.
I always seem to get in the way, cause a problem, fuck everything up for both myself and the people I love.
Be quite happy to just fade away right now, but as per fucking usual,
nothing fucking works.
don't know, don't care, can't be arsed.
I sound so pathetic, don't even know if I'm going to bother pressing submit at the end of this pointless rant which anyone who has the patience to read, I feel sorry for you.
Really, everything is so much worse for others, there's much worse going on and I've escaped the worst of what I was going through, yet here I am still whining like it's still happening.
Nightmares won't kill me.
Flashbacks won't kill me.
Yet I still sit and whine as though it's the end of the world.
Seriously, I'm pointless, useless, I do no good anymore.
I don't know why I'm still here, but I'm damn sure I shouldn't be.
I've been playing strong, because everyone needs me to be, but I'm not.
It's shown through recently, the sudden moodswings, insomnia, snapping, screaming.
Why am I not dead yet?
I'm quite possibly the most unlucky (in terms of my parents) child ever.
There was the smallest chance on this earth I could've been born, yet I was.
Seriously. Why?
What's the bloody chances eyy?
I don't have the energy or drive to try and kill myself mostly, nor do I have it to live tbf.
Everything feels so pointless, at times I know what I want, then others I just sit and think what the fuck am I doing.
I'm that stuck in a dead end routine, I can't bare to break away.
I can't stand change.
I stare at the house everytime I go past, I stare into the car everytime I see it.
I really am just the numb child he described me as.
Too stupid to let go, too stupid to sort myself out.
Lifes overrated, seriously overrated.
And once again I'm sat whining about next to nothing.
I'm just going to shut up now, this post is going to be a mile long and I have no idea about what I've said.
Oh well.
If you did bother to sit and read all that, sorry for making you read such a pointless post.
Just kill me.
Fed up.