Starts simple, but I know I should of just given up in the first place.

My step-mum doesn't even WANT me and my sisters to go and watch Abby march in the parade. If we don't make it, it's more ammo to use against us in a fight, or it's something else to complain to my father about.

THEN! I get some bad news from my best friend and her boyfriend. Lots of lies,deceit and crap like that. RESULT: Hopefully she dumps the asshole.

THEN! I have to run home to get there before the parade, just to find that my step-mum is over at the neighbors. Then I remember I have to bring my sister to work (which pisses me off more because it wastes my gas, and they don't reimburse me)

Then I worked 6-11, in which i popped my shoulder again, picked up a burst 24 pack of beer and spilled it all over my pants, cut my finger on the broken glass, stayed extra to bag for the overnight person, ran for a price check when punched out, missed the fireworks, had pissy customers because our lines were long.

And to top a suck ass day off I went home where my step-mom and Dad had a piss match with me because:
A: They don't want my girlfriend to stay the night because they wouldn't let my sisters have their boyfriends over for the night.
B: They don't want my little sister (who is 6) to be exposed to any "intimate" actions between my girlfriend and I. (basically, no kissing or touching near her)
C: I don't respect the rules of the house ( they never specified which ones either)
D: I am setting the bar for my younger siblings

This all seems to boil down to "Hey we don't want any of that gay shit around here"

I told them fine. I won't bring my girlfriend here at all. She won't spend the night. If I want to sleep near her, then I will just go to her house.

My step-mum said "Your uncle moved out of here because he didn't like the rules here" (big pause) "not that I'm saying that you should move out" (Yeah right, bitch, you might as well say it and kick me out)

Honestly, the only reason why I still live at my house is because what is the point of getting an apartment for a few months just to move back up to my school for the rest of the year? That and I can't get a communal apartment with some friends because while I'm in school they can't afford rent and I can't give them any money.

Right now, I really want to give up. I can't do this anymore. I'm working 32-35 hours a week, I'm expected to come home and do chores, I'm expected to come home and hang out with my siblings ( I have no issue with that but it means I'm up until 2 or 3 in the mornings. My dad has been officially out of the house for a year. My dad visits on Tuesdays, Fridays and Sundays with visits on other random days if there is a reason for him to be here. My step-mum is constantly pissed at me. I don't have my FAFSA done nor my taxes all the way finished. I'm not making enough to save money for college either. I'm not eating correctly because I don't have time or the energy to cook real food (not that I hit McD's or BK, I just don't eat) I constantly think about cutting again. The dreams are occurring more and more. What seemed to block them before doesn't anymore (like when I'm sleeping at my girlfriends or if someone is texting me before I go to bed)I still don't talk to my mother. My shoulders, ankles and hips hurt.

I am physically and mentally worn and it seems like I can't actually talk to anyone about it. I'm alone.

Sounds retarded writing "I'm alone" when I'm posting a DA journal.
Sounds even worse when I know that I've got family I could talk to.
Sounds even worse then that seeming how I have my girlfriend I could talk too.
But it all boils down to I really feel alone.

ONLY GOOD POINT OF MY DAY
1)woke up in my gf's arms
2)saw Simon today, first time in a full year
3)I am going to warptour on the 21st