Coming home is never like you thought it would be. I get that. I got home today and my father started yelling at me because i can’t join him and my brother to spain. The reason i can’t join is because i’m working. He’s the one who pushed me to get a job. Now.. Sight. Nothing is ever good enough and when i explained this to him it was fine because he found something else to yell about. I mean seriously, i just got home.

I think these sort of things are just pathetic. His issues aren’t with me, but with mom. They’re getting a divorce and all, but he still blames me. I’m tired of being strong for everyone. I wish they could see just how scared and tired i really am.


Hello hurting feet. They are tired, as tired as I am of running.


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