Dear mother part 2
Dear Mother,
I’m officially sick of ranking second best to someone who is not even yours. I am your daughter. Nathan is your brother and is the most inconsiderate and selfish person I have ever met who would rather blame something he has done wrong on a cat or a fish then admit that he’s the one in the wrong.
For the next few days I hope you know that if I could I would be anywhere but here because my home life is exceptionally rough when he is around. I’m the one who never fucks up and yet I am always the one being yelled at.
Thank you for taking his side when be broke my laptop with all of my year 12 homework and hospitality course work on. Thank you for taking his side whenever I’m sick and he’s a douchebag to me because he doesn’t believe that I feel like shit. Most of all thank you for acknowledging my depression and making it a huge joke around the family. That was my favourite one.
So if I had friends this would be a note saying that I wont be home for the next few days or until Nathan learns to respect people but alas I don’t have any friends and sleeping in my own bed is better than sleeping on a park bench I’m afraid.
On another note:
what can I take to sleep that wont kill me? or will? whatever








