Last night I was planning to write an entry but due to the mishap of the blogger outage, it was not possible. (Thank you so much blogger technicians for correction the errors, you've saved the souls and spirits of an impossible many)
Anyways, so as I have said, my mother has gone away for a bit for a much deserved vacation without the baggage.
As I was throwing my litter into the trash, I saw an empty liquor bottle in the bin. I have noticed liquor bottles within the years. And to be honest, I'm scared that my father begun to resort to intoxicating himself to feel less lonely. My brother has mentioned it to me once in the past but I've tried to just repress it and hope for the best. No one wants to hear the real damage and messiness of reality. It's true. So they choose to just ignore the obvious in hopes of a better feigned sort of reality.
I'm sorry, that I love you so dearly and yet can still do nothing to ease your poor quality of life. Shit happens. Life screws you, and you deal. I wish that I could ease and make my entire family happy, but thus it is ultimately impossible. (Fuck the overused cliche that anything is possible, because it's fucking not. For those of you that believe so, I hope you learn soon the real harsh truth of it all)
It's just so too bad that this is what it is right?
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