My world has crashed down once again.

Everyone is fighting. Mom is drinking. Dad is sick.

I have put my foot down and am not going to Christmas at my brother's. I don't hate him or anything. But I seem to put a lot into this family only to get lied to, ignored, or shit upon. No thanks. I'd rather be alone or with friends.

Funny. During the holidays that I spend alone I never feel sorry or pity myself. Maybe I'm growing more cold by the year.

Or maybe I know deep down inside just because someone is family doesn't give them the right to kill your spirit.

I can't believe she's been lying to me.

Manipulater.