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.