Everything in my world is coming to shambles, and the day it started was about sometime in May of 2009. I know, late on the news, but I just got tubmlr and I think I should start with the things that are messing with my head.

My life isn’t perfect. I know since, my dad has a new girlfriend, my mom got married to a total dick. And I moved. Not everything is perfect, I know, I mean. My family is the number one highlight of “not perfect”. I just wish people would be more real I guess. Someone be real with you. I have really great friends. But they don’t get it. Their families are still together. And the one friend I have, her parents are divorced but they live together apparently.

Right before all this happened, my best friend. My brother moved away. He left to pursue his education. I remember that. I was broken, I missed him so much. Heh, once I even locked myself in the bathroom and cried because I missed him so much. My mom pried open the door to see if I was okay. I started to stop eating also, and cut myself. Not only because my brother left, also because of my mother’s marriage. I hate her husband. He is a total douche-bag and I don’t understand what she sees in him, he is sexists, racist and kicks me out of the house a lot. he expects everyone to worship him, like that’ll happen anytime soon. I wish he would just disappear. Just a couple weeks ago he gets all mad about me passing my mom some food from coming from the grocery store and he still talks to me with a “fuck you” attitude. 

I mostly made this because my brother asked me to. To let the world read my poems… But those are really personal. Maybe I’ll just leave it like this for a bit then soon open up more, like I haven’t already. I mean, ever notice that when you meet a person they’re not that open but on the internet they’ll bleed out the truth? It makes me wonder, what is everyone hiding on the inside? What do they really think of you, the world. Themselves. If you really think, people are very scared to show you who they are, but no… not the internet, it’s all masks here. no one knows who you are so why not tell the truth or the truth about someone else? It’s easier for them to confess everything. Like I just did. It’s easier because no one knows you, and you get a load off, and you think that a heavy load is lifted…. and it is. I think that’s funny. That’s all.