Today has been a day where everything's got on top of me. And now..I feel more miserable than ever. I know there are people worse off in the world, but right now, i feel pretty bad. I think the only happiness i have is my boyfriend. And even that was threatened of being taken away from me. We havent been together long and got so much hassle when the news spread. But we didn't care lol. Other people are selfish. Surely if he is as bad as people say he is, why not let me make my own mistakes? Make me suffer on my own? Why not let me find out? Stop being ruse, interferring, and leave us alone. Sure you say, "It's because we care" or because of a jelous ex won't go away, and boasts nothing but the worst of them. Just let me enjoy whatever happiness I can have. Because for one with him, I AM happy. I've known him for 2 years, and I wouldn't change a thing about him. He is who he is, it's what I love about him. My mum says you can't love ANYONE at this stage. So what do we define as love? I know what it is. Not like some sort of mad crush. It's when you'll do everything in your power to make them happy. Respect, and trust. Even as a friend I was there for him as much as I could, I worried about him for personal reasons of his. At least he was honest. The other people can't hate him for being honest if he wasn't happy with the other girlfriends.
And then there is homelife. And my God it's bad. My 20 yr old sister is the most horrible person you can imagine. And it's true what mum says about her: She's false, plays games, and is so self-centred. I feel for my neice. I'm glad our mum isn't like Tasha. She is the one who makes our lives a living hell, and all I've been listening to is arguing from last night into all through today. Tasha is mostly dad unfortunately. He was a horrible, horrible man. Who would beat mum, even when she was pregnant with me. At 6 months, he knocked her to the ground and my uncle Robert saw it all. If she went into labour, i feel I may have died. I was a premature baby at 9 weeks. In and out of hospital, and he still made mum fear for her life. To me? He's not a dad. I'm happy enough not ever having reason to speak to him. So God forbid Tasha ever being born a boy. I am proud to say, I have none of him in me. Except some of my facial features. But I am my mother. It's weird looking back. Thinking that i was actually in that life once upon a time? It's no excuse. All of this is a fact, not a pathetic sob story, I assure you. But now, I see our dad in Tasha. His vile temper. She will become very unstuck...Probably.
They've only just gone out. Sometimes I wish I could die and be forgotten, I really do. I feel sick. My chest feels like it's caving in. I have no appetite and I want to cry. But I can't. I feel embarrassed even on my own. Like I'm not allowed. Well, I am allowed to vent even just this once. I felt this was something to get off my chest. Sorry guys xxxx I love you all <3