Every day, my older brother yells me at for the stupidest things. It makes me aggravated, and very depressed afterwards.
This might turn out to be serious, but ive been thinking of killing myself. I hold a knife in my hands, then I just put it back in the drawer. (I still think of the thoughts of doing it)
I can't believe my life is like this.
My family is broken... Both my Mother and father never married, and my mom moved away from the family (because my dad was always so rude and overprotective to her)
I've been stuck with my dad all these years, he, half the the time, doesn't care about us. (me, and my two older brothers)
He'll buy us food, work, then just either go to his room or play Diablo III on my bro's gaming computer.
It's the same routine to this day.
So back in the past...
When my mom moved, I was very confused. I wasn't sad, just confused.
My dad told me, that she would be back.
I would learn, that it wouldn't be true.
We had an actual house back then.
Then, we moved out. I don't know why.
My family continued to be even more broken than before, As my dad gave me to his best friend (during that time) named John. (My dad is also named John.)
I was having the time of my life living over there.
I made best friend's with two of John's son and daughter, Coby and Chloe
We had fun during elementary school, for the next two years.
My relationship with the both of them is gone, to this day.
My dad took Tyler to who knows where to live with him
And my older bro, Justin (the one who yells at me every day) was taken by my mom.
He said to me with his own mouth, that he hated our mom. She abandoned us.
For the time being, I honestly thought he was right. I still think about it, but I refuse to accept the facts.
Then, one day, our dad took us all back to live with him in an apartment.
It was near John's house, just a couple of miles away.
Me and my first older bro Tyler, had our own bunk bed.
I can't remember the details during that time, But next to nothing happened during that time.
Then, we moved again, towards another apartment in a busy town (Tustin)
Nothing much happened, I was usually the only one cleaning (I still do)
Dad had his own room, Tyler and Justin had a bunk bed in a separate bed, and I?
I slept in a dog bed in the living room.
I can't believe my dad would do that to me.
We lived there for the next, 2 years?
Then, we moved back to the original house. We had a bunk bed, again.
Justin and Dad had their own room.
Nothing serious happened so far to this very day.
All I do? Have headphones on permanently, Playing on my Phone, 3DS, or my dad's computer
(My older brother changed the password to my account today, so I got shut out. He even left me a password hint: "Hah you wish")
I try to visit my mom every single week, but my dad ends up wanting me to come back.
My mom, one day, said that I should move over to her house.
She has a fiancee, named Frank.
He's very polite and nice, but you wouldn't want to get on his bad side.
He and she had a baby, they named him Xavier.
He's my half-brother, currently at the Age of 3.
My dad and mom never talk to eachother anymore. I'm more likely the messenger for both.
Im glad I finally released my bottled-up emotions, but I probably shouldn't even be talking about this.
I hope this touches a heart to anyone out there... I feel really depressed now.