As beautiful as stars..

I know that compared to most people, I may not have the best family. And Im not saying that like a stroppy teenager who hates their family because they’re ‘annoying’ or they hate their life because their BB has broken. Im saying as though im one of the few who has a broken family, where their mum is off on drugs, living off benifits, you moved out at the age just 15, dad is never around ect. thats my family. I could quite easily turn around and say their all pricks. but they’re not, i know i could easily have it a lot worse. your family is yours forever and no matter what you love them. Even then you have your doubts on how far you can stretch that love, what you can forgive, and can forget. Thats why im finding hard on what to do with my family. What little 8 year old boy-who once before was an angel, couldnt harm anything in his right mind. But now, to turn around on boxing day and tell me, his big sister who would do anything for him, to fuck off. to piss off and call me a cunt amongst other names. since when did he learn these?! since when did hit me, kick me and push me?! thats not my little brother that i once knew. he’s eight! And the fact my 15 year old brother who hasnt been back in our lives very long, thought it would be funny to get our eight year old brother high one night?! i cant even begin to describe how angry that made me! i felt so betrayed and upset i just didnt expect it.