My family is hard on me. They talk about one another as if they're the most perfect child in existence They can be talking about one sister on the phone and immediately hang up and talk about the other one like shit. I hate it. Because I'm still in the middle of it. I know my family loves me and I love them with all my heart. My wrist finally healed so I intend to be hell on wheels typing to catch back up. There's just been a lot of shit going on. I thought about what my dad had to say and what my mom had to say. She wanted me to think about the other side of the family. Which I am. I have three Beautiful amazing sisters, Becky, Sharaonna, and Kimmy. I would do anything in the world for these three. And right now two of them are fighting. They may not know it but, it's tearing me up on the inside. I love all of my family. I want them to get along. And I know I am of no help. I quietly sit in the corner and watch and my family crumbles beneath me my feet. What will happen when my section starts to crumble? Will I fade into nothingness? Or will I spread my wings and fly and carry my family up to bigger and better places?
My family needs it. And so do I. And to all my readers, being able to express this means more than you know. and I still can't get it out how I want, But I'm trying Bare with me for just a little while longer, please.