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Crap!

I am sick of this crap. I sick of people thinking there is something wrong with me. I am sick of my drunk mom. I am sick of dad always gone. I am sick of my stupid step-dad. I am sick of my annoying brother. I am sick of my bratty sister. I am sick of this family. I am sick of all this. I am sick of how everything is. Why does this have to happen. I was born to be this perfect person why am I like this? I was blonde hair, blue eye, skinny girl. Now I am this brown hair, hazel eyed, fat teen. Why is this world so bad and down. Why

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