Young and Over it

I guess my last post wasn’t very explanatory. I’m still in highschool. Just a kid to most people…

I was in elementary school the first time my mom went to jail. I woke up one morning and she just wasn’t there. The story is that my dad and her had gotten in to a huge fight-physically too-and when someone called the cops she was arrested because she was so intoxicated.

Over the next few years she kept drinking heavily. It got to a point that I wouldn’t see her for days or weeks at a time because she was locked in her room drinking or even popping pills.

She’s continuously been to jail for breaking her parol, domestic violence, and multiple DUIs. She had gone to a few small rehab clinics and even had to be hospitalized and get her stomach pumped for overdosing on pills with booze.

I hadn’t lived with my dad for about six or seven years, he moved from Colorado to Georgia when I was about nine to get a job. I moved here with him about a month ago because my mom finally went to rehab. I hate it here. There’s nothing here that could keep me.

So over the past few years I’ve resented everything about my life. I hate being alive. I can fake smiles all I want but I’m never truly happy. I just want to end this misery I’m trapped in.