Hate is a strong word.

It’s finally hit me. My life has changed. I’m no longer living with mum.
I’m begining to feel depressed, sad.
Mum hates me still, and won’t even talk to me.
My brother who is normally really chatty won’t say a single word anymore to me.
I don’t think I’m welcome in my own old room anymore,
Well atleast I’m feeling less stressed. I don’t get called an airhead anymore.
And I’ve got more responsibility.

Things will turn out better with me and mum eventually.

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