Sick

Your sick.
That's the only word I can think of right now do describe you. What kind of person says those things to their own child? Especially when they know how unstable that child is? When its genetic, from you? And don't you dare turn around and act like there is nothing wrong like you always do. Don't you dare deny it. You know better then anyone else that I have your disease. You know that its treatable, but you cancel my appointments. I understood then that we couldn't afford it but now, its a different story. Dad is back to work and he's working his ass off. A single day off since he went back to work at the end of November? Now that's dedication. And he wouldn't be doing that if it wasn't for you. If he hadn't started a family and needs the money. He could take some time off but he wants you to be well off and never have to struggle. Can't you see this?? Can't you see how much he loves you? Even when he doesn't show it all the time. Now he's sleeping on the couch, completely exhausted from all he goes through. And you scream at me that you can never talk to him? Is it my fault now that this family is crumbling? Is it now? Go ahead, go praise the dog and call me worthless in the same sentence. Its okay because I don't care anymore. I just want you to get some help because you really need it. I don't know what to do about it though. Maybe you should get back on your pills or something. I have no idea. All I know is that this HAS to stop, because I can't take it another second.



[[You've pushed my long past my breaking point, and I can't take it anymore]]