Misunderstandings.

Fuck you.

What the hell did I ever do to you that made you feel this way about me? How the fuck am I a fuck up. After everything I've done for this family? Get the fuck out. I'm so over this shit. Sometimes I really wish I was fucking dead, and YOU don't fucking help any. You have no idea what I do everyday. The battles I fight with myself. I have to look for something good, everyday, to keep myself from wanting to die. A child's laugh, beautiful flowers, anything. But you, you fucking hurt me so god damn much, and you don't even know.

Fuck you.

Fuck you.

Fuck you.

Fuck you.

Fuck you.

I fucking HATE the god damn holidays.