Family. A word that's supposed to mean belonging somewhere, people who love you, people who are always there. Not for me. For me, Family means chaos, disapproval, screaming, shouting, pain, fighting, broken hearts, and abuse. I wish I could go back in time and fix it before it's a problem, but, I can't. I wish life weren't so hard. I know that this is to make me stronger (if you believe that kind of thing, that everything that happens has a purpose) but, it seems like I've gotten more than my fair share. I can't deal with it anymore. I can't stand it... I mean, I've made mistakes, I'm not perfect, but... I don't understand anything anymore... I just don't.
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