The Room Goes Quiet.

Kicked out…again

I’m sick of living here. I really am. You can’t have a joke with anyone that it’s a “snipe” aye someone. You spend hundreds on people when you don’t have to and still get treated like shit. Don’t get any thanks for anything, all moaning and “can I get something else”. Then there’s a fight. Of course it’s his side you’re gonna take, why would you take mine? I’m just the one that looked up to you the past 19 years of my existence but that’s nothing in comparison to all the fights you have with him, all the name calling and catty remarks, him the one you run hand and foot upon, the one that sits up in bed all day bringing nothing to the house. Where you know? I bring something, I work, attempt to help even though it’s not greatly received, baby sit, share a fag with you even though I’m skint and it’s my last but that’s okay. Water must actually be thicker than blood. God I thought it was the other way around but maaan was I wrong. 19 years on what? 10 at the most, nice I love you too. But anyway, that’s me told just to stay at grans cause you’ve had enough of me. You’ll be lost without me but goodness, that’s your fault not mine. I’ll never stop loving you, how can I? You’re my only auntie.