-I realized life would get a little harder.
I didn't know how much harder until last Saturday.
My mother left the house that morning, after packing things into her car. She's currently at my grandma's old house, and that's where she's staying. My father is looking after us at my house, but that's it. My parents have separated. I had no warning, and I've been given little explanation.
I don't know how to act, but so far it's mostly been anger and sadness. I haven't told many people, but I figured that no-one I know locally reads this blog, so I can put it up here.
I wish this was just another story, something where Israel laughs it off with his swagger and some beer. But instead, I just sit here with my beer and wonder how many it'd take before I don't have to think about it anymore.
I wish it was a nightmare, where I at least could wake up at the end and know everything was alright. Instead, I'm aware that this will get much worse before it starts to get better.
But this isn't fake. Why would it be, hey? What could I have possibly done to deserve such a happy ending?
Nothing. I've done no charitable acts, no amazing feats that deserve a pat on the back and a wholesome family. I've only been struggling with all of my subjects, dealing with social dramas left and right with people at school, and wondering when the hell I can breath without going under again. And that was before all this happened, too.
You know, over the last year, I've only written 4 posts? I wish that was an exaggeration, but it's not. It's not even close to one hundred yet.
I've stopped writing this post for now. I'll be contactable through email.
