Македонија на Македонците!
Finding my way in life.
Don't Always Follow Back.
Of wanting to die
I told my family that I’m going to use my aunts name for my future daughters’ middle name and my grandpas name for my future sons’ middle name. Everyone was more than thrilled and it makes me happy to know that they feel good about my decision.
Dad: Hey Tatiana
Me: *stares* (and I think to myself, "why are you fucking speaking to me?")
Dad: What's wrong?
Me: Lots of things. *slams bedroom door*
I feel like no one understands how depressed I am when I’m at my house. Like literally.
This building, the place where I live, just being here causes me so much pain.
It can be a bright, sunny day out and I will sit around my house or room and be the most depressed person ever.
The worst part is that there isn’t anyone around to come by and make me leave. Everyone’s busy, or moved away.
I just want to be happy but my family keeps bringing me down.
Was ruined when I got home from school to find out that my dearest father was in jail again. How sweet.
The one thing I ask of my mother and grandparents is to not bail him out.
Thanks for all of the mental health issues, family.
For my best friend Jamie. In dedication to her dad, Paul.
He did the two things he loved most the day of his accident, playing golf and riding his motorcycle; and he went out with a bang. He will forever be in our hearts and minds.
I love you Jamie and I know your dad did too. Make him proud<3
or the people residing in it.
from the moment i stepped foot in the door i knew that the happy feeling i harbored this weekend would not last in this horrid environment