sadness is a sickness. and love is a disease. some people have it. some people know it. and some people act like it doesnt exsist, or doesnt even matter. I've been diagnosed. i'm a fuck up. bottom line. and as whole and happy as home is. it's not. my brother, for those of who you who are otherwise unaware, is 13. and he is a dope head. lets 200$ a week. its disgusting. he wors about 30 hours a week. AT 13. what the fuck. By the way Garred, Im sorry I'm terrible. I try. i do love you. my father, just so everyone knows, is an alcohalic, as well as a dope head. And hes a blundering idiot. amusing sometimes, but overall, embarassing. My moms kicking him out. I love my daddy. I'm daddy's little girl. Daddy, please don't go. Mother, is a bitch. She has got some sort of stick shoved up her ass that unless shes high on dope, she feels necesary to beat everyone with. and recovering alcohalics only have so much patience with out booze. I'm sorry I'm a bad daughter mommy, i love you. Broken and built. i cant deal with YOU anymore. or maybe I can't deal with me. WHAT THE FUCK. Hidden Depression is my best friend