One of the reasons why I avoided (okay, avoid is too strong a word, more like stepped aside) my friends is because I'm weary of the inevitable drama that will happen sometime or other in even the strongest of friendships which hurts me like hell.
Recently I've came to miss them, the good parts of comfort and a shoulder to lean on. Or simply having regular people to hang out with.
But reading a friend's blog, and her severe conflict with her best friend reinforce my theory that the bad parts more often outweighs the good ones.
And now drama is within my very family.
My brother is prime suspect for robbery cos he fits the description of being a certain height and having a tattooed arm. We found the fucker, but I'm still not sure reporting him is the best idea, what if the police turns around and interrogates me and I slip up or something?
My younger brother has skipped two consecutive days of school, lied that he was going to the shop and ended up somewhere else till late at night, and today, left goodbye you can contact me at yada yada number letters to me, my brother and my cousin.
My mother is a psychotic wreck who gave me the first couple of slaps in my life for being 'rude to her' when she was asking me about my brother. Ha. She thinks he didn't really struck 4d but got the money from robbery. And she didn't ask HIM anything, she asked ME. And guessed who bore the brunt of her wrath? Fucking bitch.
My dad had to stuggle with her, half strangle her, and yell at her for taking out her unhappiness on a child (me) and she threatened to commit suicide like a mad cow.
Nutcases I swear.
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