I wish u could see inside my head for just 5 minutes. I wish u could understand why i act the way i do. I wish u could understand the person i am now. I wish u could understand why. But since i cant talk to you about anything anymore, u cant. And it sucks.
And theres things i kno i need to grow up about, but all of it still bothers me. Especially him. Mom, ive never been close to him. It would have been nice if you'd given me more than a week to get over the other one, the closest thing i knew to a real dad, leaving. But you didnt. You went on a week long trip to the islands with him. Id met him once. For about 2 hours. Another thing, before that, you found out hed been in the feds. Howd u find out why again? Oh yeah, you had ur cop friend search his name in the records. Its been like 3 years now mom, and has he told me and jordan yet? No. We know, yes, but only because you told us. And he still doesnt know you did. Yeah, thats really great. It does prove how close we were before he was such a big part of our lives tho. I bet if u just found out now, u wouldnt tell me. Because we arent close like that anymore. He ruined that. We never have time to sit and talk alone anymore. Between work and his obsessive running, you're always too tired to talk during the week, but on the weekends we're here, God forbid we do anything but spend time together as a huge family: with him, his daughters, me, you, and jordan. Yeah, a lot of serious discussion gets done there with his girls and jordan being loud and crazy and him being there; Im lucky if i get one word in. Thats okay, I dont feel like i could tell you anything anymore anyways, because your ideas arent yours anymore; their his. And i could never tell you how much he bothers me, because you'd either get pissed at me and tell me im ungrateful, or you'd get upset, and tht isnt the point. I just want you to understand how i feel. Instead i turn to my music and my friends and my church. Thts all thats left. But you guys almost never let me spend time with my friends, the only physical people left who care and who i can talk to and be myself around. I just get yelled at for being myself around u guys. And u wonder why im always texting them and have my ipod in my ears. But no, I cant ever be with them. This weekend for example, Friday i cant go out because u have to get up and run with gilbert in the morning, Saturday i cant have people over cuz you'll be running and at the beach all morning, Saturday night i cant go to church with them or go out because we're spending family time going to see HP, which i was invited to go to with friends twice already, then Sunday we have "family day" of which will be spent with gilberts entire family. Fantastic. Ugh, this isnt even half of the things, half the emotions, i wish i could portray to you right now. And i kno u really arent going to read this. But i really wish that u could understand; that you could see how much all this is hurting me. And i wish we could be close again. But i doubt it. This blog is ridiculously long. And really kinda crappy, but its pretty close to how i feel, minus the better descriptions of exactly how i feel. But maybe thats because i dont really kno exactly how i feel. There arent really words for this. Angry? Upset? Frustrated? Let down? Unworthy? Annoyed? Aggravated? Unimportant? Unwanted? Distant? All of that, yes. But theres so much more to it than that. I wish u could see it mom, see inside my head, see everythng ive felt in the last 3 years that you've missed; my writing doesnt do it justice, and talking definitely wont...but itd still be nice.We used to be the mom and kid who could share anything with each other. What happened? Oh, wait, he did.