24 Dec 2014
I just told mum I wanted to go see dad for a couple days after Christmas.
She took it well at first but then flipped out.
She said I would be "selling her soul"
And that I only want to go see my father because he has money.
The truth is I only want to go see him because mum is always angry and I haven't seen him in more than six months.
I can hardly concentrate enough to write this because of all the flies at my pops house.
The plan is to spend Christmas with mum, my sister and pop.
Then go see dad in a couple days.
Mum isn't too happy about it.
I want to cry but I'm too exhausted.
The years don't come.
I can feel the sick feeling in my stomach and the chocked feeling in my throat but nothing happens.
It's getting too hot.
Despite it being the middle of summer, pop decided to light the heater and I'm boiling alive.
Tomorrow is Christmas and I feel anything but merry.
I hope mum and I can work things out.
YOU ARE READING
The recollection of my misunderstood thoughts.
PoetryLife's a struggle and it's hard. There's nothing you can do. Just get trough it. I hate my life. There's nothing new. But when the sun is out and the sky is void of clouds you can't help but feel a smile is overdue
