My Frustration

The whole school week turned out to be nice academically. But still, every time I get back here in my apartment, I can't help but be reminded abut how utterly angry I am about certain people. And these certain people are ever related to me by blood.

I just can't think straight anymore every time I'm reminded that someone is, again, staying at our house all the way back in my hometown.

To the person who forgives a lot, a lot of people supported you when you made the decision to leave him, and now you're just accepting him again.

You're accepting the person who called someone "a waste of time", you're accepting a person who can't accept minor faults, you're accepting a person who everybody thought was an enemy to you.

You're too kind. Really you are, since I was born you've raised me with that kindness but now that same kindness is what's giving me frustration.

Well it's your choice to forgive, so whatever our relationship is, it's my choice to get angry and rebel.

I hate myself, I hate a lot of people...but please, don't make me hate you.

A lot of people supported you, and now you're accepting him again. It's like you're telling everyone who supported you "thanks for the support, but I don't need it".

It doesn't actually pain me to write this. It pains me to be reminded that that person whom I once called "Father" is back at your house. I am frustrated.

perhaps this is the politest way that I can put it

If you think that everything will be the same, then you're wrong.

If "he" does anything again that makes you want to leave him again, then don't expect to get the same support from the same people who once helped you.

People like helping other people, but people also get tired.

I also get tired. But I wake up everyday knowing that what I do is worth it when I finish. 

However, if things like this tend to happen more often, then I don't know if I'll be alive long enough to cross the finish line.

I am really frustrated and, right now, all of you there back at the house are the main reasons.