I hope one day I'll be as happy as the people on tv.
I see them always smiling and laughing.
Is my life ever gonna be that perfect?
Mom and dad has been arguing a lot lately. They stopped sleeping in the same bed a week ago and they hardly listen to me anymore.
I'm in high school now and it's such a complicated phase to go through.
I need support, a person to listen to me, a person to be here for me, but all I get is silence and neglect.
My parents were happy. I was happy. We were that happy family on tv, but now we're the dysfunctional family that everybody talks about.
"Oh my god did hear about that kid who has crazy parents? I heard they're mental."
"Some stupid blonde kid with family is being emo again."
"Ew the weirdo with parents who don't love each other."
"Luckily my parents love me and each other. I don't want to be some emo freak."
All these words were like slashes through the heart.
I've heard the saying "Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.", but this time, all it did was hurt me.
I know we're not the perfect family, so you don't have to rub in your perfect family in my face.
*current time*
"Damn it John! How many fucking times do I have to tell you to fucking pay the phone bill?" Mom screams.
"Why don't you ask your sugar daddy you slut!" He snaps back.
"For the last fucking time! I didn't cheat on you!"
"Then who the fuck is Brandon?" (Idk I needed some random dude lol)
"We talked about this before, you stupid bitch!"
Such harsh words are thrown at each other.
No sweet words are spoken.
None have been spoken since about a year ago.
They refuse to actually get a divorce, because they say they can fix this problem, but all I see is the hatred fire burning brighter.
They haven't said "I love you" to each other or me in that time period.
I feel like they pushed me aside and just forgot about me.
"I'm going out." I say out loud as I walk towards the door.
"Damn it Jennifer! Don't lie to me. You cheated on me, so just be a man and admit it!" Dad spits.
I just frown and leave the house.
As I step out, I was immediately greeted by the crisp autumn air. The cool breeze that flows through my blond locks of hair is all to familiar.
I take long walks when mom and dad fight and that's been frequent.
As I step out, I see that the house that was for sell across the street was bought.
I see the real estate agent putting the sold sticker on the board.
I wonder who moved across the weirdo.
