They told me I had:

-Social Anxiety
-Post Traumatic Stress Disorder
-Mild Depression Disorder
-Borderline Personality Disorder



The inner workings of my mind must be really fucked up.

Family Dinner

What is it that keeps a family happy, together, and make them all want to sit at a table?

I'll never know.

My family is too dysfunctional for that.

My mother always looking for someone to do her job, my sister, feeling guilty, helps mother, my step-dad sitting on the couch eating and yelling how everyone is too damn lazy yet does nothing all day, my brother, who is just like father and gets blamed for nothing, and then there's me - blamed for absolutely everthing and all the work I do at home goes unnoticed.

So this evening, when I refused to sweep because I had cleaned the whole house earlier in the day, my father went ballistic and shouted at me that I was lazy. His temple was pulsating and the spit shot out of his mouth onto me. He told me he couldn't stand to look at me and I continued to sit. It was after he flipped the tray with his food on it that he banished me to my room.

We're all just a bundle of joy.

Back From The Dead.

Be warned, from here on out my feelings and thoughts that may be too personal for others will be collected here, in a blog of my own where virtually no one will read simply for my own need to get it out.