My father never loved me or anyone. He destroys everything, him included. My mother is too soft and needs to be protected. She doesn’t leave him and I can’t leave her with him. My granmother, my rock, died in 2010. Another relative died in 2010 too. We are the only relatives of his old parents. I visit them once or twice each month. Soon it won’t be enough. I’m the last in the family and just one. My passions and my goals are standing by. I have a couple of friends but I am not the type that makes a drama out of everything. When I’m down I’ll deal with it alone. I can’t multiply myself or turn my back on family. Life isn’t easy. - written 2 years, 5 months ago
I can’t react to life long enough to change something
it has been like this for so long I’m not strong.
People around sense it and I feel like I’m being eaten alive
I’m unhappy, life is passing. I don’t deserve this. - written 2 years, 5 months ago
