I'm tired...I mean my body, mind, and spirit. These eyes are mine but I kinda wanted to convey just how worn down, and I horrible I feel, I can't stand it. Its all because of my father, and what he does to this family.
I had come home from a trip to China town with two friends. It was funny and it was an enjoyable day...well that part was, the getting to the train station and being picked up wasn't.
e starts such huge fights over such little things. I mean it was night time and my dad asked me to do the dishes. Well I figured its night, I'm really sleepy, so I'll do it in the morning because these pans need to soak. True to my word I got up this morning and did them. In fact I felt extra proud for going the extra mile while delivering some letters my mother asked me to do. I picked up twigs, debris, and branches from a windy storm last night. I watered my mothers plants, and I straighten up the house. I did a pretty good job, but because I didn't do it when he asked, he was still mad regardless.
Later while being picked up, my mother asked to just do what ever he told me to do at the moment he says it. Not that she was angry at me, but he wanted to b***h at mom for what I didn't do, and she didn't wanna hear about after a LONG day of work. So his anger backslashed onto her, as he was angry that she didn't want him to b***h....Im just so tired...from him and living in this house. My mother said make moving out your primary focus, then you'll be happy. Sad to hear those words to be so that I can be away from my father.
Ima sleep nao....
