wasting away

I need to stop for a time. Maybe you already know that. You don't expect it, dad.

I still say all you need is for someone to believe in you. Someone to look at you and see good things, someone to let you know what they see.

You scare me a little. Just how you are at this age, still fighting the things my age group has. You are so angry, everyone else stopped listening a long time ago, because you are so angry

I stuck my neck out again, just at those things she says. Not that I don't try to understand her but its just how she reacts toward sensitivity. You try, she laughs and becomes darkly critical.

My parents could be people again if they were apart. Then again another divorce would cripple my dad. My mom is too proud for it, never a stain like that on her family's name.

I reminded myself this stay here can't be forever. I've been back for a year and the atmosphere has been less than healthy.