I want to scream.
I want to roll on the floor, screaming until my lungs explode.
I want to kick and scream and pull my hair and shove my ripped out heart away.

Supposed family already ripped it out and tore it to shreds, never mind the fact that it was broken to begin with.

My nephews, oh my darling nephews...
they're in danger and there isn't a damn thing I can do about it.

I could say something and scream at the top of my lungs, but no one will listen...

No one ever does.

Not ever.

Not even if you're the smartest person on the Earth.

Because in the end, no one ever listens to children.

They say that justice prevails, but all I see is chaos, lies, and insanity while my own sweet sanity is slipping away from me.

I've gone through hell and come out of it alive.

The cat came back, so my father said once upon a time. So the cat came back, whether or not it was dead.

Here is my situation;

My brother's wife uped and left, taking their three sons with her. From there things escalated.

I don't know what to do...

My father already died the day before I turned 14, then my aunts act like imbosuls when I get my niece and brother back, then I go through losing my three nephews, being used by someone who I liked, have had to bare with my brother being put in jail for five days with something he didn't do, hearing about poor , and not having seen my three nephews since August 23rd when they live two doors down, and I just...

I want to give up, but I can't.

I want my father.
I want my nephews to be safe.
I want this to be over and the battle won.

Life is Hell, and I HATE it.

I hope someone sees this, but I don't think anyone will. *sighs*
I should've posted this on my other account, but I didn't want to further annoy them...

That's all I am to anyone. An annoying little shadow.