I dreaed the coming of the Thankgiving vitcation. Everything went wrong write when it started. As always planned to study and organize my negleted room, but nooo we have to run and hide at my elder brother's damned apartment! So I spent the days being in cramped space, being yelled at by mother, and brandon, my elder, fighting, constantly being thrown out.
Also my broght had goten a kitten, tch he said that it was 'all our cat' by he kept it to himself and ******** locked him self with it! thanks to my insomnia I goth to spent the first night we broght it. In the morning my mom found the cat an me 'sleeping' together , tho i usually lie with my eyes clesed since I a few incidents when my mom stubidly barges in the middle of the night and early morning jumping back. Claiming I look dead and it creeped her out.
Thank.Giving.Suckes.a** My brother lockes himself in his room all day with the damn cat, when I finally got in from piking the door he started making cruely remarks at me. My mom made food , my granparents came and eat, brother finally comes out for a little bit to eat, grandparents leave. That how it was spent, there was no love, at leat non I could find. Thanksgiving night, we eat some left over for a snack, Bradon comes out, Mother and him talk breifly, suddenly snapps and starts fights that don't make since. We pack our stuff in the van. Before I leave to the van He looks up and smirked before stating to eat two plate full of lefetovers.
I'v spent the night with a crying mom screaming at herself, putting herslef down. Finally we are in home,witch is not a home. I try comforting my mother I was left alon. Finally I was in the comfert, the safty of my room , placed in my peacful isolation. Sadly I wasted my time by accidently falling asleep from lack of it of course. Eraly in the morning I was for real this time awokened by my mother and toled we were going to Lufkin.
Lufkin was horribale, I was an outsider. It hurts to crave attention and realize you don't belong, and my mother thought I was 'Happy'. I'v spent the rest of MY vacation cramped in a hotle room and was bitched at no matter what I did to help by my mother. We came home Sunday, sooner because it was discovered that Brandon killed the cat that was hindding under the coutch when he closed the leg soporter and i whent to scool the next day.
woow. I just can't wait for Christmass mad = rolleyes
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