I may be inch by inch stepping away from my dreams and I can't help but blame everything I'm doing to kill any impulsive wants, and hopes right now. And it doesn't help that I'm forced to stay at home when all there is here two-thirds of a month is nowhere near a family.
I've been feeling like she's being passive aggressive to me about this all. This house doesn't feel like home at all when both my sis and my father are away. There can be no happiness at all during those times, and I'd have to find ways to cheer myself up, and not be affected. But some days, there's just no escape. I dunno. I find that she just can't balance family with work. Surely, I've got a lot of problems with her right now. If only I could tell her, but I can't. We weren't raised that way. We weren't raised to talk back and question them because for the longest time, they've been giving us the best they could, and they've been all about giving us a satisfactory life. Whatever drama they're dealing with, they always keep from us. Basically, we've been sheltered.
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