When I was a child I used to play pretend, Imagine that was really living with with a man who would push me down the stairs or who would beat us up till he found it boring. That I was with my dads camping with my sisters and we were happy. Now mum and dad are back together and we don’t live with man and you thing everything would be good, happy as if pretend. I never though it would be my own parents pretending. But this time I don’t want to pretend I want it to be really not pretend that last weekend didn’t happen the smash vodka bottle, the dead t.v , mum passed out in the van and dad passed out on the sofa. Puting up Christmas decorations pretending to be happy family but no not this time not even an apology for it all. Just brushing it under the rug like it never happened but it did. I don’t want to play pretend any more. Iv seen the dark side of the people I love and it scares me to thing I might have the same side
having to delete songs for making room in your ipod is like having to kill some of your children because you cant feed them all
Of course we will go into this as one.
This was my favorite scene. I aw’d so hard motherfuckers wanted to find me.
Fuck you… That’s all I have to say to you
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So I couldn’t sleep at home last night as my mum and dad were trying to kill each other and smashed voka bottles and tv every where now no one answering my calls and the sister who lives next door says all she can hear is someone kicking the shit into the door oh the joy got fuck loads of college work to do and carnt….