Category : Diary/Journal

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I ask myself daily what it means to be family. 
I look at the few of my own that are physically closer to me but yet they couldn't be any further.
I also had friends that were closer than they were. 
Random people who showed more worry,caring,and love than they do. 
It's the ugliest feeling living under the same roof as your own blood and you can't even trust them with your feelings,much less your life.
You stay locked in your room rather than even looking at their faces,you leave the house and drive until your gas light comes on just so you don't have to be there. You turn to alcohol and drugs just to try numbing the pain and betrayal.
They don't even notice until you're so far gone and then they have the audacity to ask "why?" 
All you wish you could say is that "because of the foul and fucked up people you are I've grown to hate living," "because of you my body aches from the stress and negativity you bring to my life!" "Because of you I would rather die than to hear again how I ruined YOUR life when it's YOU who has ruined my soul!"