im really starting to hate home. you know, H-O-M-E. A place to let you relax, keep your mind off things, its suppose to be something like your hide out, your cave or something. but now, its like hell. what happened people, what did? can anyone tell me? whats with the mood swings woman? can't you overlook the flaws of dad? he's YOUR husband, probably the one you'll gonna spend your remaining life with, actually not probably, its POSITIVE. urgh, im so tired to cleaning up after you dad, please, be a man, dun show the shut-the-fuck-up-woman-i-had-enough-of-you face. JUST TELL HER or AVOID doing things that anger her. in case you dun noe, im ALWAYS the one helping you, always the one tolerating the shit from the woman. and i TOLERATE and tolerate and tolerate. enough is enough. i really had enough. why not just divorce, it'll be better im sure. she cant stand you, you cant stand her and i cant stand both of you.i rather be in an orphanage, or stay with my aunt, at least i cant play with my couzees, and there's a maid there. so please DIVORCE. i really cant wait and i won't follow either of you. life's miserable.

everytime she screams, SOMEONE COME WASH THE DISHES. im the one who does it. not that i want it, cause dad walks by my room and ask me to GO. everytime she screams where did you all die to? im the one who goes there and does what she wants, whenever she screams, im the one who reports. like a dog, at the back of her call. wow, im so ecstatic on being the adult's dog, i tot i was your daughter. never thought how i would end up like a dog. to say it in a nicer way, im your mediator. betweeen the 2 of you, "translating" messages and scoldings to one another. what do you guys take me for.? everything wasnt this bad in the past, everything resolved after a few hours. not now, not ever anymore. i hate doing this, i really do. coming home is like hell to me now, i dun like it i really don't. can anyone help? i doubt so, this kinda things don;t go away easily, it just don't . i cant turn a blind eye to it cause im part of it, i must be part of it. otherwise, my life would be even worse, im trying to make it better, but seems like im the one feeling depressed. taking all this shit from you guys. i hate adults. you guys are hypocrites, you guys dun care about each other. the man only eats, sleep and watch tv. the bitch just bark all day like no one'sbusiness.get a life. if you both cant meet eye to eye, just break up okay. dun worry that i cant take it, i can. i will cry but i can, i PREFER it that way, at least you guys will be happier, you said you wanted to but you didnt want me to grow up in a broken family, well, thanks, but no thanks. i rather grow up in a broken family, visiting you and dad on different weekends. that'll be great , at least i know you guys won't fight, you guys will learn to treasure love more, and treasure me more. im like so useless now, my grades are bad, my mood's bad,my family's bad... my fingers are rotting, no more dishes, i rather break them. no more tv i rather smash them, no more clothing i rather tear them.

dun make me hate both of you............................................................................................. please

i just want to leave the best up here. dun ruin it....................................................................... i need it.