
Escape. My escape from home is easier to get to in the summer time. Alex knows how fucked my family really is. She understands why I purposely lock myself in my room and never want to come out. Why do you think I am online all the time? "Because I have nothing better to do.", is what I tell most people. Far from the truth.
I love my family but somehow when shit goes down in the house I am usually the target. I am always "Being a bitch." "Selfish." "EMO." "Lazy." "I lock myself in my room so my problems with my family are my fault." or my favorite,"Ohhh, someone has middle child syndrome...", usually followed by laughs. I don't have middle child syndrome, I just feel so out of place in my own home.
Wish I could say my fathers house was an escape, along with Alex's. But no. I feel so unwanted by so many less people, more like person. My step mom, she doesn't treat me super horrible, but pretty bad. She always talks about how me and my sister are the reason they got screwed on there taxes. I remember, July 3rd, 2005. Dad and sister got in an argument over the phone and my step mom says to me "It's just, we pay child support so we can see you." Fuck that. If I didn't go over there, they would still be paying child support.
Thanks for reading if you did.
I think I am going to pass out, I feel a bit light headed.
Goodnight.
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