*raises one eyebrow*

I wonder to what kind of family I belong. I mean...I don't really have a home. My family sort of hates me...I feel more at home at my best friends house, even though I don't really belong there either. Her mother is cool though... She makes me feel like I'm really her daughter. She gets angry with me, hugs me...makes me feel at home.
But I know I don't belong there.

My mom is just a freaking weirdo. One day she is supersweet, but the day after she acts like she's gonna blow your brains out. My dad...well...he's my father....enough said there *whispers: Asshole* My brother can be pretty sweet, but he acts too much like me. Being insecure, trying to hide it. And it's also weird seeing stacie. Like a fucking mini-me. Damn that little brad. Why does she want to look like me? The only thing I can say is that her life will not get any better when she really becomes me.

And so I still wonder. To what family do I belong. Do I really have a family? Are my friends my family? The people I work with? Or maybe I'm just all by my self....

I wonder...

My bruised arm...How come, you ask? Well, let's see...The floor was slippery at work so I slipped...this is the result ><