August 2012
I can't.
I’m one more family member hating me to a mental break down. I can’t take all this hate. All this guilt. All this pain. I’ve never wanted to be out of my own body so bad, to rip my skin off and give it to a homeless shivering man, then at least I would be doing some “good.” Everyone is pulling me every which way, telling me to do one thing and then telling me to do another. I’m constantly getting yelled at by my dad. He hates me. I know it. I’ve never felt so depressed, so miserable. So weak. And I can’t handle it.
No privacy.
I post my life on twitter. Like, everything, because it’s a place for me to say what’s on my mind at the time any time. And i’m not gonna lie, I’m a little bit of a party-er. Okay, I party a lot and I’m always posting about everything I do on twitter. I come home today to my family sitting on the couch staring at me. And I’m like, hello? And there like, lol, you’re an alcoholic. And that’s when it hit me. Intervention. They had been going on twitter and reading EVERYTHING I do. My uncle even followed me around town and saw me drinking(I casually get my drink on in the mornings sometimes.) They knew everything. KNOW everything. Tomorrow is the day I have been dreading for over a week because *hit rewind button* about two weeks ago I had a little soda drinking party at my house. And by soda I mean vodka and by little I mean about 150 people. It was a good time. Needless to say I got caught for that too. But my parents haven’t been here for ANY of this(reason for the party). They do know about the party though, and I have been anxiously awaiting to here my punishment. Probably, like, three years in jail. AND THEN i still have to tell them about my “Alcoholism.” It all goes down tomorrow. Tune in for results.
