Dear Diary,

I fucking hate my family. They are fucking fake and cold and careless and ..I hate living in this house with my stupid brother and step dad. This shit is so uncomfortable and I never feel relaxed. I wish they would all disappear and I could go live in a forest near a lake with animals and shit and take pictures of mountains and birds and I would have fruit trees. I would eat whatever the fuck I wanted whenever and I would travel all over the fucking world.

I would go to every country in Europe and especially Bosnia and I would see the beautiful lakes and natural, untouched parks. And I would meet people and laugh and buy nicknaks from each country. I would put it in a box with a lock. And when I’m old and alone and forgetful of all those memories, I would look back at the miscellaneous items and remember the good times. Every moment would knock the wind out of me as I remembered.

But those times won’t come for a while. For now all I can do is study and blah blah blah. Wish to leave this dreadful house, I swear I will never come here again. At least I don’t wish too. I hate here so much. It’s just uncomfortable all the fucking time. Everything is a fucking big deal, like the world is gonna end if someone ate the last can of beans. Like using $20 to buy an SAT prep book instead of getting a uniform shirt that you can’t buy at school anyways, is the worst crime ever. Like me asking for fucking fruit from the grocery store will ever happen. Yea i got a fucking ipad. Yea I have a phone with internet. Yea I can come home at 1am and no one would blink an eyelash. But what the fuck does that mean at the end of the day? You think those things makes up for the little things that someone has to deal with everyday? You think that makes up for having to walk on egg shells everyday, wondering whats the next outrageous, minute thing you get yelled at for? I mean it would annoying enough if it came from a BLOOD PARENT, but this is not a parent. This is not my family. This is someone who fucking walked into my life unexepectingly and makes everyday awkward and horribly uncomfortable. I’d rather have a step parent who gave a fuck and actually cared and actually helped me and showed it and listened. But NOOO. Sorry I’m not that fortuante. Oh and my mom is any better? Nope, I hate her even more.

Dear Diary,

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