it’s like living in a house with two dogs constantly at each other’s throats. I’m tired. Tired of one acting like you’ve done everyone a huge favour and the other, like the world is constantly looking for things to hurt you with, and in all honesty, looking to pick a fight instead of resolving your issues with each other. How the fuck is anyone supposed to be happy when the two of you make it so difficult to just be in the same room with you. you spew venom at each other. one does it openly and spits whatever poison you have in you, the other is no better and does it slowly, like tar oozing from a crack in a barrel. it’s slow, but it’s there – constantly. you two have driven me to tears, to wanting to end my life, to hurt myself, to set this fucked up house on fire, just so that this fucking mess ends. you both make me think about whether i want to marry and include a completely innocent bystander get sucked into this noxious place you call a family. i hate the two of you. i want to wish you dead, but i don’t have it in me to do it. enough is enough.