Pathetic

I like to think the are good people, that things aren't that bad, like they are fucking pieces of shit. Then they go and threaten us and say shit to us and it gets so bad but then they say sorry and i get over it because its easier to act like that means something. I'm sure it meant something the first few years. The threats were mostly empty but it's starting to change, things are getting more serious, more real. 

Parents are supposed to be the people you rely on, the people you can trust, the people who love you unconditionally. I do think they love me and i think they mean good but they really aren't good people.