Once more, I'm all alone. Or maybe I should stop saying that since I have Scooby for company. My sis left the house early in the morning and my mom just dropped by for like 15 minutes before going off again. Why am I not surprised that she wouldn't stay home to spend quality time with me? The time I spend with her is less than 24 hours a week.
Sometimes I wonder, why is it me? Why do others have happy families and I don't? Why do they have loving parents and I don't? When I see parents with their kids on the street, I envy them. When I see loving couples, I envy them. Sometimes when I'm all alone, I take out those old photos that we took as a whole family. Just looking at them sparks my memories and tears just come falling down. I miss you Daddie. Things won't that bad before you left us. Did you send Scooby to me to make me feel better?
To most people, going back to a loving home is expected. But to me, home doesn't mean a thing to me anymore. It's just 4 walls where I seek shelter from. There's no love at all.
I hate this feeling. I really do.
Posted by ang3l-ham at 4:46 AM
