Circles and hope.

Sometimes when you sit all alone on a Satuday night with hair that looks like shit and your father claims that everything that has ever gone wrong in this family is your fault, you just don't feel like it's worth it. And maybe it's not. Maybe we shouldn't have to put up with it at all but we do anyways because we know that what ever we do to try and change it will make us lose everything we love along with whatever it is we want to change. It's a horrible vicious circle and it never stops. It's sad that it may never change for the most of us. I think that may be the hardest part. Knowing that it could be possible and having that small amount of hope but all along really knowing we are stuck in lives we sometimes wish would end.