Sick of life.

My mom always told me not to complain. But...sometimes i can't help my self...my life is falling apart part, by part, by part. and it dosn't stop 'til i run away for a minute and as i mean by that i go into the shower and cry or i take a walk up and down the stairs outside, sometimes i just sit...Not on my room floor, i don't even have a room nor a house, me and my family are just burdens to every house we go to. Except Grandma's house, she always doesn't mind when we stay at her house for months. I wish that i'd never complained when i had the good life in Maine, Maine is my husband...I love it and i will never hate it...It's not where i was born but it is where i grew up. I don't like that i used to complain there, I had friends, and a House and a dad and i wasn't even grateful that i had a room, I shared though....With my sister Jasmine, Jasmine is the only sister that is nice to me...She is sometimes annoying but at least she isn't a big fat jerk Like Asia or Chantell.
I like Justin too, But i prefer Catia, Kevin is good too, Well he is much more outgoing than Taco used to be...My Step-Brother Taco Was always so Crazy...he was always the only morning person in the house, He would ask dumb Questions and he was kind of wierd. But whenever i get sick and tired of my LOUD, ANNOYING and SELF CENTERED family i would just go in my room and make a poem about how much i hated living in maine...But ever since i moved to Florida, I know that it doesn't matter where you are, It matters who yo are with.

To be continued....