there are times when I feel tossed about, like a doll.
my mum probably doesn't like that I'm still around.
she probably regrets giving birth to me now seeing as she has a new partner but I'm in between.
she doesn't believe that I am capable of achieving what I want, and she doesn't trust me.
there are times where I tell her good news and all she can make of it is a negative review.
when I'm tossed towards my dad, I am disconnected from all.
he plays a pity party when I want to escape and purposely makes me feel responsible.
i constantly have phone calls and text messages from him, reminding me to check emails and events that are relevant to me but he shouldn't have access to.
I'm scared to tell him that I've moved out of fear that he will get mad and assume that we moved to mums partners place.
when I'm tossed towards my brother anxiety bubbles within me.
I'm not sure if it is a door or me that will be punched next.
he's an alcoholic as well as a drug dealer and addict.
he's irresponsible and makes my skin crawl in fear and disgust.
I fucking hate the life I live.
I hate that I'm able to be thrown around.
the next person to throw me about better throw me off of an 8 story building.
