You know those family where they get along together? Well me and my family don’t. My parents are divorced and my grandma has been living with me ever since I was born. My mum doesn’t know me, she doesn’t know what my favorite food is, she doesn’t know what type of person I am, she doesn’t know ANYTHING about me. All she knows is my name, age, birth date and unimportant details. My grandma is just like my mum, accept the fact that she knows more about me than my mum does. My family don’t even know me. If they did, they would’ve thought I was one weird child.
At the moment they’re suspicious about my eating problems. I’m always in my room and the family’s always around the house socializing, luckily I have a small family because then it won’t be noisy. I obviously don’t get along with my siblings, it feels like I was adopted, I’m nothing like my whole family, the only person I’m alike is my dad. I get my looks and personality off him. I get my intelligence from my mum. I hate how she never has time for me. I only see her 3 hours everyday. IMAGINE THAT. THREE HOURS A DAY. Which adds up to 21 hours a week and if I’m lucky enough, she sometimes has a day off on a Saturday just so I could spend the day with her. As selfish as it sounds but I hate life and I hate everything. It never works out, arguments occur everyday and I do get physically abuse by my family if I ran away from home and came back. I hate life, I wish I was adopted into a better family.