Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight. I just own a three-year old laptop and two high heels.
Ps. Merry Christmas.
"Can't your daughter do anything good?" my stepfather said. My mother just looked down at the floor and didn't nod, didn't shake her head, nothing.
I just take a big breath before continuing reading fanfiction like always. "We leave her to do just one thing and she can't cook spaghetti to save her life. It's Christmas Eve and she fucked up our dinner."
It's taking a lot of courage to not cry, while I keep reading. My mother has never cared for me since the moment she married her. Why would she? She has two new daughters, while she almost died giving birth to the last one, she won't stop because he wants a boy.
You'd think that at 40, she'd be a tiny bit smarter, mother met my biological dad when she was 16, married when she was 18 and then had me at 22. Divorced as soon as I turned 10.
Now I'm 17 and with two half sisters, one stepsister, missing dad and a jerk of a stepfather.
We just moved here last year, I don't know a lot of people and the few I do are good friends, but they just won't understand this, at least I'd be ashamed to even talk about it.
My grandma is over with my uncle visiting but well my stepfather hates them too so it's not like they can say much. I feel so alone this Christmas, well I've felt lonely the past years too.
As I sit in the middle of the livingroom watching everyone pass by me I realize how utterly alone I am.
Merry Christmas to me.
I don't dislike Christmas that much, I've never had anything to be happy this day. But I hope you have a wonderful day/night.
Love.