"Just know that you're not in this thing alone, there's always a place in me that you could call home."
A home that isn't a home. They say home is where the heart is but there isn't any, neither would wishing grant me any higher opportunities of one. I'm being yelled at for a minor sink mistake. I get screamed at all the time that I'm sick of learning how to correct my mistakes. If one doesn't shriek, the other will tear the house down. It's either I stay in my room, get the hell out or risk being tormented. Sure, I don't know the tough and rough demands of an adult's job. I won't argue. There's no point because every sane human being would never put aside his/her authority and stoop down and understand.
I know I wouldn't.
"When it gets tough we gotta fight some more."
And then when I logged into MSN I'm being accused from something I never did do. Sometimes people do ask why am I so down and that I should look up and stop being annoying - there are things that I have that others are deprived of. But a father isn't something you wish for during Christmas and have Santa tumbling down the chimney with a man in his canvas sack. Do you know how it feels to have a parent who's biased. The days that draw nearer to Christmas are the worst. I won't explain.
As I age, I realize that my mother never held me in her arms and wiped my repetitive tears away and pat me, telling me everything's okay.
I won't argue about how sucky my life is. Because I'm in pain enough and someone out there is dying. Forget it. Someone print me a label - child not wanted, for sale.