Jen:

I don’t understand how we can have a loving relationship when all we do is scream at each other’s faces. Smashed vases, the spitting, the screaming, the swearing; sigh. Every time it’s over a ridiculous issue, maybe something one person doesn’t like or agree with. There’s always a period where the house is completely still, silent and seems like it is completely abandoned. I’m just sitting here by myself in this lonely room trying to create a child-like solution to end all of this. How can I just pretend it’s some sort of fairytale. Like seriously. So fucking naive. In the other room, she is balling her eyes out, trapped within her emotions. The other person, however, walks into her room and asks her why the hell is she crying about and giving her more shit. For Christ’s sake she’s only 14. Do you expect her to understand what this situation is all about? ... I feel like there is no hope. Maybe the next day, we will all pretend like it has never happened. But deep inside us is the ball of guilt. Fuck, I wish you could go away and leave us alone. Fuck you. However, we’re all related by blood, we live under the same roof so we all just gotta deal with it. Someday we’ll work it out together. Someday...