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Apr. 5th, 2009 | 07:20 pm

it doesn't matter what i look like or what i do, my mother will never respect me. my brother will always see me as a failure, and no one will ever care more than they can throw me.

i'm useless because i'm told i am.

it's not that i need to leave, or get out of my situation, it's that i need to get better.

that i need to "grow up"

i don't hate, nor do i dismiss. it's that i haven't been able to keep food down, that i've been secluded for hours, and when you do come home, your yelling, screaming, and plain rude.

i don't need that.

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