I Am Depressed
Another fight... another argument. That's my life I guess, each and every day, we fight. Today it was over defending something my little sister said. Step mom got angry with her tone (her tone was normal, the step mom was just being ridiculous again) and I said not to yell at her, my step mom got in my face, I yelled back and walked out and ended up busting my knuckles open on a wooden post. I've never been so angry as to punch something. I went back inside and my dad was there to start on me, blaming me, telling me the fights and issues are all my fault... they never do anything wrong! Ever! They are perfect I guess and I'm just the screw up in the house who can't do anything right! That's all I'm good at is screwing things up I guess! I guess they are right, I'm worthless.