Well that was fun.
I’ve just been blamed for my sister getting her eczema back (or however the fuck it’s spelt) (stress). And for the impending desturction of my family. And been told that I should quit my job rather than screw it up for my sister – and then asked why I don’t talk to my mother.
I don’t think I’ve ever felt as alone, and unloved as I do right now. I just wish I could die and save my family all their fucking embaressment – which appears to be what I am.
For 21 years I didn’t do anything to screw up their happy little existance, but now I need they’re help and this is what I get. I know they’ve been really good so far, but this is too much for me….so it’s my fault is it. SO I CHOSE THIS DID I?
I desparetly want to go. I want to disappear, but I’ve got no-where to go. I’ve got no-one to see, no-one.
So I sit here alone and cry. And cry….
I don’t know what to do anymore. I just want to be away from here. Away from this blame. I don’t know how to cope. I just cry.
I need people – and I’m alone.
Kate.
