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May. 7th, 2005 10:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sondheimmcgeekI blew up. I mean, I really blew up.
I yelled at my mom and my brother.
This is not the first time this has happened. So many times I feel like I have to keep all these feelings inside so eventually I do blow up.
It happened the night before Easter. And it felt good. Damn good.
It's not that I dislike my family, it really isn't. I just feel as though I'm a joke sometimes. Like I'm not taken seriously, when I'm even listened to (which isn't often).
Maybe it comes with being the youngest.
Maybe it's because my brother moved back in. I mean, I love him. I do. But it seems like our house has suddenly gotten smaller. I have no privacy.
I really need to move out. Soon.
I really need to see a therapist. Soon.
Sometimes, screaming just feels so fucking good, though.
I yelled at my mom and my brother.
This is not the first time this has happened. So many times I feel like I have to keep all these feelings inside so eventually I do blow up.
It happened the night before Easter. And it felt good. Damn good.
It's not that I dislike my family, it really isn't. I just feel as though I'm a joke sometimes. Like I'm not taken seriously, when I'm even listened to (which isn't often).
Maybe it comes with being the youngest.
Maybe it's because my brother moved back in. I mean, I love him. I do. But it seems like our house has suddenly gotten smaller. I have no privacy.
I really need to move out. Soon.
I really need to see a therapist. Soon.
Sometimes, screaming just feels so fucking good, though.
