Soo as my family sit here and tell me what my problems are and how i need help.
I look at all of them and see my problems in them selves. My Stepdad drinks to much, my dad has a little bit to many cigs, and my mom is extremely bipolar. i dont know if they realize but they are all so hypocritical it makes me sick. Now i have to go get help but will they ever?
Thinking about whats going to come in the next eight months scares me. i want to believe is going to go fast and smooth, but the road its taking now. its soo beyond fucked up. Everyone in my house is two faced and talks shit about one another. Its the faze again where Brian and my mom are seperating. HAHAH it just makes me laugh. I hope i move in with my dad. it will be easier i think. Not only that but more freedom in a way.
Hmm i guess we will have to see what this all becomes to.
Until Then Take Everydayy As It Comes.
