I've been looking for a thread like this! Finally to get some pressure off my chest. (Not trying to gain sympathy or anything, just getting some bad memories out.) Thanks for this, I know I'll feel better.
To all my negativity in my life,
-To the man who is my 'father', I don't like you, but I don't hate you. I don't know what to think of you. You left me, because I was a girl. But, you didn't want to hurt me, you didn't want nothing to do with me. It was your sister who dragged you into this sick game. You went along, but I know if you had the choice, you wouldn't give a care in the world for me. You would have let me live with my mother, not knowing you at all and being happy, without you. That's what makes me not hate you. But what makes me not like you is that you did go along with the game. You did make me suffer with painful memories, that still haunt me to this day. You made me depressed for a young girl, I have little memory of my past. Though it was stupid, the few times you actually showed up, I gave you many chances. But, it was hard to believe you loved me. We both new it was a lie. But yet, I still thought you could pull through, but then the anger came. You, again, became a stranger to me. You will always be a stranger to me. I want you to know that. I also want you to know that I know all the things you did to. Why you are really running away. I hope they catch you. I don't ever want to see your witch of a sister, you, or that boy called my 'brother'. It hurts to see him, to know that boy was what you wanted out of me. To know you care for him instead of me. To know in your heart, he's your only child, the only thing you love. And I want you to know one last thing, I'm getting rid of my last name. Knowing that we have something alike is dreadful. I'll get my true name, from my real father who's here with me, and will always be. Though I know we'll still be bonded by blood, I can easily forget it. You're now nothing to me and I'm ready to move on, but until I'm 18, I'll never escape the darkness.
-To my family on my 'father's' side, I love you all so much. I wish I can see you again. It's been too long. But, you are in the enemy field. One step and I'm a goner. If it wasn't for that witch, that some of you call mother, and my 'father', we would've never known each other. I guess we can thank them for only that. You hold many secrets of mine and I hold your's. We've been through a lot. At first, you bullied me. Adding to my suffering. But not on purpose, you were ordered to and you didn't understand me. Then you hated me for having, for what seemed to everyone, the best father ever. But, you found out what he really was. Then you reached out for me, and you'd took care of me since. Thank you for keeping me alive with happiness. Thank you for loving me. When the day comes of the end of the darkness, I'll find you. All of you. Every last one of you. I just hope you don't hate me for leaving. I had to. For my own good. But it hurts. I dream of you, all of you, holding me in your arms. I want that dream to come true, but would you believe me? Would you accept me? Will you still love me? Only time will tell. But I hope you will.
-To my life here at home, why must you make it difficult? I hardly see my mother at all, she works too hard. My father still can't work, just enough money coming in. I need more clothes, just pants and shirts. Ever since the accident, we barely got clothes unless it was uniform. My arrogant sisters are starting to build an attitude and my connection with one of them needs to repair. I want to spend time with my older brothers, but it seems all they do is work then head for a friend's house. I want that connection back so badly, but only faith will let that happen. I fear for them, too. They're heading the same direction as my dad once was, a rebel and heavily involved in violence. I don't want them in street fights again, like on my birthday last year. I want this apartment to start looking like a normal apartment. I want a dinner table for all of us to eat meals together. Actual beds and sofas. Only time will tell if things'll brighten up, but when that happens, something bad always happens. But, it's better than most situations.
And since this can be a rant, too, I only got one thing to say, don't start feeling sorry for yourself for the little things in life. Many others have it worse than you, worse than me. Cry when you have a reason to cry. I'm done crying and some of you are, too.
This made me feel a lot better. I know not a lot of people will read it, I rather they didn't, but I don't care. I'm done with the pain from my past. I'm ready to go through the future and become successful. No need for sympathy, I'm done and tired of that.
But, thank you, for letting me release this burden. A huge weight off of me.