The effected uneffected cont...

... My stepmom and I sat down and had a two and a half hour long talk. There was crying involved, but things got brought up that needed to be taken down. I told her how I felt, knowing it was the perfect time, and knowing a time like this wouldn't come another day. She had brought up stuff that she learned in counseling. She started talking about things that I had wanted to say, and I actually thought things were going to change.



I felt so good getting out all the hurt, and anger, and sadness that I had been bottling up for far to long. More weight lifted off my shoulders, making it easier to be a human.



The rest of the day, I hung out with her, and it was the best feeling in the world. Getting to be me again had never felt so good. I missed it, more than anything.

The effected uneffected

So things at home were talked about, and it all started by my mom calling my dad about how I'm still watching my step-sister even though he said I didn't have to. It all went from there, and let me tell you, it was hell. I've decided to not go into the whole story, long story short, things got way too out of control for one thing, and there was a lot of yelling involved, and I was practically disowned for all that went on...

I cried for many hours straight, I was tired of it all... I had a nervous breakdown and didn't go to school because I couldn't keep myself together, it was almost impossible.. I needed a break, so I got one. The day after, when I stayed home, My step-mom got off work early, for one, because she had counseling, thank God, and two, she feared she'd come home, and I'd be dead... I know where her pills are, and she feared I'd purposely overdose...

I'll get back to this in a few days...